Old School
So, i am 45 years old.
I have been playing D&D since i was in the ... fifth grade? Ish? Older brother Joe introduced me to it, and we played in the livingroom with our older neighbor from down the street, Robert, as the DM. Us, Richard from two house up, Joe's friend John Angelos, Mike Long (I think? he may have joined us later) Roberts little brother John... Others, I am sure. It was the neighborhood kids game. Later, we pretty much all summer (though god only knows WHICH summer, all I know for sure it was still elementary school for me), in our backyard. We set a card table flat out on the grass, played laid out on beach towels, all day in the sun. A home made module, that Robert wrote. It was a quest to become gods. I played a 30h level Ranger, 15th level magic user (that this was completely outside the rules is totally irelevant). My hit points were maxed out at 110, and I had an 18/00 strength, back when that meant something. Oh, and a -8 AC. A +1 intelligent luckblade sword (that I was completely unaware of granting wishes for about half the game), and a +2 warhammer. It was awesome.
Today, I spent all day playing Pathfinder Society game, working through The Emerald Spire. We only got through two levels. I played a Thief (well, okay, a Rogue, but with a charisma of 8 and a Dex of 18, focussed more on physical skills than on being charming, I think Thief is a more honest statement (and thank you, M, for the idea)). We started the game at Phoenix, and moved to Panera bread with the store closed. My character went from first level to third, by the end of the day. I was playing different people, than I usually play with for Sunday Pathfinder Society, so I did not get to take advantage of other people granting me a flanking bonus (no sneak attack for me, alas!). But just for a moment (that lasted about 7 hours), I was a kid again, courting sunburn and dehydration, drinking sun brewed tea, building memories that will last a lifetime.
So far.