When I'm 60, maybe, I'll look at my pile of papers and wonder, What really happened that year?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In 1979, when I was 39, I had such a bad year, I thought it was all over. Thankfully it wasn't.
When I turned 59, I looked at that as the first day of my 60th year, so I've been 60 for the last 365 days, in my opinion. So I've been thinking all this year, I'm 60 - this is the time when I need to get some stuff done.
It was so naive to think that there was nothing interesting that happened after 55. Come on, there's a whole second adulthood!
Turning 60 had an impact on my heart and soul, I must say, because you're dealing with time: past, present, and future. You suddenly realize you've come down the road quite a ways.
Nobody is going to pretend that I am younger than I am. Apart from anything else, it is in the papers all the damn time - every time I have a birthday.
The years go so fast. I mean, I just realized that at the end of the year I will be twenty-two, and I just turned twenty-one.
My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.
It used to be 65 when you went into retirement. Before that, when you got into your 50s, you were getting older.
This year, when I turn 65, I thought, 'So weird;' when I was a kid, people who were 65 either retired or died. I'm so nowhere near that.
Seventy years old! How did that happen? I was part of the generation that wasn't going to die.