At some point of time it hits you.

It could happen early, late and for some it never happens at all. And more often than not when it does, we deny it and pretend it never happened.

It's the realisation that you're actually an adult now.

Though what does it really mean to be an adult / grown up?

I remember as a kid I used to think being adult manifests itself most obviously in wearing boring clothes (suits, shirts, trousers and sensible shoes). After all that's what my parents look(ed) like and my parents are of course the epitomy of being grown up because ... well ... they are my parents.

But then at various times in the past I asked myself "So when am I going to be grown up? I mean reallygrown up."

Was it when I left my home to go study at university?

When I had my first job?

When I had my heart broken properly for the first time? (though you can experience that as a teenager too)

When I graduated?

There are so many rites of passage that we could consider being a sign of having grown up, but then you still find yourself doing certain things that you did as a teenager / or dress like one (and think it's cool). Yet there are many things that we've learned are maybe not such a good idea to be repeated, which is an essential part of growing up too.

Ultimately, it probably doesn't come down one particular moment when you realise that that's it, you're an adult now!. There are individual pieces of our personality that make us grown up in certain areas and infantile in others.

I still wear trainers and t-shirts, and love the following joke:

What kind of bees make milk?

Boobiiiiiieeeees!!!!