Sometimes, in a split second I get this kind of sadness when I see something.
I saw a guy with his son and he was showing him how to fill the car with petrol.
Nothing special. Unless you've never really had a father. Then you think about all the other stuff you had to learn by yourself; like shaving, driving, finding your first job and hundreds of other small things you don't normally think about.
I suppose there's pride in having navigated from age 14 till 41 by yourself. But it's a poor 2nd place prize.
Sorry for the downer.