Whose Car Am I Driving?

So I was driving to my mom's this afternoon, kids strapped in the back, Adam talking non-stop about something and Gracey babbling right along with him when I had to do a mental double-take. Whose car am I driving? When did I become an adult, a parent? And then the real shock set in: I don't really remember much about life before car seats. Oh sure. I know I drove a sporty little Prelude but what was that like? It seems so long ago and this new way of life feels so, well, right. Weird.