When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights on the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Frank Sinatra, "It Was A Very Good Year"
Lessee... you can vote at 18, drink - legally - at 21, get a break on auto insurance, rent a car and run for the House of Representatives at 25, become eligible for the Senate at 30... and if you're native-born and 35, run for President.
mmcat is correct when she mentioned that perspectives change as you age... as I approach the big 4-0, I look at the things I did when I was eighteen and wonder what the hell went on in my mind at that time. Things I considered quite normal when I was 20 I'd look on with disapproval at 40.