From a Child to an Adult: Changing Perspectives When I was a young child, one of the most interesting figures in my life was my Uncle "Dave," a single man about 35 or so who was my father's youngest brother. Uncle Dave was the kind of adult that I associated with fun. When he came to visit - almost always unexpectedly and without any warning - it felt like a party was going on. He brought amazing presents, the kinds of toys and games that a child would want and most parents would be reluctant to give them. He would plan picnics, trips to the zoo, ringside seats at the circus, horseback rides, and all of the activities that simultaneously thrilled and exhausted children. In a word, Uncle Dave was "fun" whereas my parents and other adult relatives, though kind and loving,