At 30 years old, my father was in jail (dangerous maoist activist during May '68).
At 30 years old, my paternal great-father was trying to escape from a prisoner's camp, so he could eventually join the communist maquis.
At 30 years old, my great-great father was in jail (pacifist activist during WWI).
At 30 years old, my other great-great father was in jail too (dangerous anarchist).
At 30 years old, my great-great-great father was in jail because he tried to burn a church.
And so on, and so on...
I had a pretty calm life so far, but who knows which hidden secret lies within my cultural heritage...