Do you think of your twenties as of you being still a child, or as of you being an adult?
As for me, I have found some notebooks of my then-diaries, and I was so childish! But back then, in the moment, thought of myself as an adult. Right now, in my mid-thirties, I understand how young I was. Still a child that got a grown-up body.
Well, I am young, still young. But back then … just a kid.
Having my kids, of a preschool age, I’d have a hard time treating them as adults in ten years, even in twenty years. Doesn’t mean I won’t advocate for their independence and allowing them doing their own mistakes.
Now I think it’s when you’re thirty, that you’re an adult, to some degree. Not everyone, of course.