When I was about 5, I remember thinking that when I turned 19, I would officially be a grown-up. I’m not sure what was so special about that age, but I knew that 19 meant I had arrived. So when 19 finally came and I didn’t particularly feel very grown up, I decided it would probably happen in my twenties. Or mid-twenties. Ok, when I hit 30 for definite. Nope, the moment of ‘grown-up’ still didn’t arrive.