When I was 25, I took my parents to a museum. The clerk asked my parents if I was old enough for the adult rate. Age has never made a difference for me for getting in places because I don't drink alcohol. Our son at 25 wears a beard because he was tired of people thinking he was a teenager. On the other hand, I gave the children dogtags once, and our younger son was wearing one at swimming lessons. A soldier asked him which unit he was in. He was 12. His friend was already 6'4" at twelve years old, and a girl asked him on a date.
My father went into my mother's shop one day after work, all covered with dirt, grizzled, half-bald, and tired. He was so embarrassed when a customer asked Mama if he was her father. He was only nine years older than her, but, besides his condition, she looked young.
I know that's off the subject, but I'm in a talkative mood right now.