Now that is an interesting question with an even more interesting story behind it. It all started with me kicking and screaming, and absolutely fucking soaked. Yada yada, a few years passed, and next thing you know here we are.

Based on the complaints on Lemmy about how everything (knees, backs, etc.) goes to hell once you turn 30, I haven’t yet…

By what base do you count?

Must’ve been at least 16

You’re not going to believe this…

I was in my sixth year of being 24.

Somewhere between 29 and 31, but no one can be sure

29

I still remember it as if it was last year.

I was 29 and asleep. And boom 30. But I still felt 29.99 years old. I also felt 37°C warm, so there is that.

I was 16.
I had a job, an apartment, paying for all the bills. no family. no support. literal boot-straps. emancipated from state care after a decade of abuse.

Since that’s a turning point of going from 29 to 30,
I would say 29 and a half.

Almost 20 years younger than I was yesterday

I don’t know yet.

Mostly potatoes, but not for lack of trying

I was perpetually 21 until my son was born. I went from 21 to 30 real fast