I started receding when I was about 20. My grandfather on my mothers side (whom I am told I take after) had the same problem but never fully went bald. My father receded late in life but never want bald and my older brother has a full head of hair. My hairline has gone back to what I would probably call a Norwood 2 and hadn't really moved since I was about 27 (I am now 34)
I am lucky as the rest of my head is covered in full, thick wavy dark brown (and some grey) hair which I treasure. Coming from the rock community and an affinity for 80's films, long flowing hair has always been a part of me since I was about 12 but the receding hairline has forced me into wearing more hats making sure no bits of skin are poking through my hair and the inability to do any sort of decent sweeping side shed without a horrible big patch of exposed skin at the side.
Over the years I did try to come to terms with the loss and consoled myself that I wouldn't go fully bald, but it's the first thing I see when I look in the mirror and has become something of an obsession that I must get fixed.
People may say it's vanity to want a hair transplant, but I have thought about this a lot and in my opinion it is infinity less vain than buying an £80,000 sports car, or £6000 suits.
I know I have a lot to be thankful for as at 34 I still have a good head of hair with only a bit of receding to spoil it.
I know exactly the hairline I want and I am now looking into getting it and rid myself of this demon that lives in the mirror.