I will turn 35 years old this week. A few months ago, a friend told me she felt old, and I responded that we are. Old by how we used to reckon old, anyway. I told her that, now, having some years as a husband and father under my belt, I understand much better why men develop mid-life crises and spin out of control. They want to rediscover that young man they (hope they) were before responsibilities changed their minds, or maybe even convince themselves they can be that man again.