Age doesn't land on you with both feet, kicking you into adulthood. No, it prefers to sneak up on you. And don't get me wrong - it's not all bad. The memory of the day I first looked at a girl and had to look again, well it still makes me smile. Or the pride I felt as a young teenager when I realised that yes, I did need to shave. Or my first kiss, my first house, my first job - the list is almost endless. All magical moments brought on by age.
But there is a down side as well. The loss of friends, which I've had happen through illness, suicide and even murder - it all teaches you what pain is about and makes you older, regardless of how young you are. I'm lucky enough to have both parents but the loss of grandparents was traumatic enough, thank you very much.
Then there are other things, such as the first overdue bill, the first time you have to choose between going out and buying items for your house and a thousand other things - they're are all signs of the creeping shadows of mortality.
So why, you may ask, do I feel so old today?
Ray Harryhausen died.
The man who brought the flying saucers to attack the Earth, who brought the skeletons back to life and armed them with swords. The genius who made Pegasus fly and without who the Kraken could never have been released.
His death hit me. Hard. Not just because he was a lovely, talented man who has left a huge hole in the movie industry but because he was the man who made the pre-teen me's jaw drop. The man who made this monsters real - even if for a few minutes. Age, hiding but there, stepped from the shadows long enough to remind me that the child that was me is long gone.
R.I.P. Ray and thank you.