lol, yeah, 25 was when I started dating my now wife, so that's when somebody whose opinion mattered to me started telling me when I was a freakin idiot and I started listening. So yeah, you're probably right.
Years ago, I went to see Bela Fleck in concert at Royce Hall at UCLA and my then-teenage nephew took his bass with him because Victor Wooten was one of his bass heroes. After the show, Victor hung around to greet fans and signed my nephew's bass. Kid was thrilled. Wooten is a freakin master...
I was a... let's say... rambunctious kid and my dad exercised correction by means of spanking: just the hand for run of the mill in the moment whacks, escalating through switches and the belt for more serious offenses, and all the way up to a couple school-style paddles he kept in the garage...