At what age did you realize your own mortality? What were the circumstances? How did it affect your life afterwards? I was 17 and involved in a motorcycle accident with my friend. Injurywise, I fared much better than he did and it dawned on me how lucky we both were to be alive (we thought helmets, jackets, and other protective clothing were optional). The leftover asphalt in my knee served/serves as a reminder to live life to the fullest without shaving off years in the process, if at all possible. I still ride but now my attire is appropriate for each occasion. *Please note: This is obviously a somewhat morbid subject (maybe it's the former goth in me), but my intent is to keep a positive note throughout the thread. Today it occurred to me that my oldest niece has been aware of her own mortality since the age of 7 (due to diabetes), which is way too young IMO. Everyone's experiences will differ vastly and that's why i'm curious.