Me too DC3 cowboy. 30 was a nightmare, and life as we know it might just as well have ceased. By 40 I'd grown up and it didn't bother me. Ditto all the subsequent birthdays. (Although I must admit that applying for my "Seniors Card" was a bit of a worry, and I'm still too embarrassed, after 2 weeks, to use it. But since retiring I've lost the beer gut, cut the hair real short so the recedes don't show as much, feel great, look good (to me, at least), and am having a ball. There's hope yet, TWAL 1011.
"...every aircraft is subtly different.."