I'm a thirty-something, college-educated "little." If pinned down to say a play age, I'd say 3-5.(Too old for daipees, but not so much of a big kid that I'll turn down a paci.) My ultimate scenario, my nirvana, would have me crawling around on hands and knees, clad in a childish t-shirt and underoos. A binky in mouth would complete the look. To my left would be a HUGE pile of Legos for me to build neat crash barriers for the toy race cars, piled up to my right. On the TV-OR computer screen-in front of me would be either an old ESPN "Thursday Night Thunder" race telecast, or some 80's era Nickelodian fare. (Think Double Dare or You Can't Do That on Television.)
What would NOT be on, however, is a diaper on my butt. I don't want to be judgmental. Too each their own. But it's just hard for me to wrap my mind around why someone would derive pleasure from deliberately peeing or pooping their pants.
You will also never see me come out of the metaphorical closet. Being little is my semi-secret shame, hid behind the anonymity of sites like this one. Judge me harshly if you must, but this is where I am.