Apart from finding out that we were going to have children and actually having them, too obvious I think.
Well if I can think about it I think my time in the army just passing basic training in August 1996. 10 weeks of sheer concentration but great fun. From the initial collection at the train station to the first raised voice. Meeting and accepting everyone from everywhere, knowing they were there for the same reason that you were. The beastings at PT. The march to the NAAFI on the evening to get a sweetie and some toiletries, the smoking shelter and even the drill. It was all magical and so envigorating and gave me a sense of belonging. After we did our pass out parade it was home for the weekend and then off to phase two training. I had no expectations about it and left a much stronger and independant person. The feeling of achievement marching off the drill square was immense following the band in my uniform was amazing. Even now I still look back on it and smile. For all it was hard, it wasnt really as bullshitty as I imagined. Thankfully
Dylan