By the time I was 24 I was married with two boys. So when my 25th birthday rolled around I was SO depressed. I thought I had to know everything.
As a young cute girl, I was able to smile off my mistakes and all was forgiven. Giving the boss a smile and a giggle would let me off the hook. After all, I was just a young woman...the new chick on the block. How was I to know that confidential fax would end up in the wrong hands. (btw, that never happened, I'm just saying).
For me, 25 meant all that cutesy crap was over. No more glossing over my mistakes. I shouldn't even be making mistakes (big or small). It was time to be serious. It was time to be a grown up.