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A Question…
Saturday, July 17th, 2010

I’ll be on a party barge in the middle of a lake today (if all goes as planned). I will be away from my computer but will check in tonight when I get home.

So in the meantime, I have a question for you…

What age—when you turned it—was the most difficult for you to accept? On the other hand, which of your birthdays do you remember anticipating with the greatest amount of enthusiasm?

8 comments to “A Question…”

  1. Delilah Devlin
    · July 17th, 2010 at 7:30 am · Link

    My answers: I’m not big on numbers, and never got depressed about passing any milestones. 50 was big only because I started menopause, which was actually a woo-hoo rather than a boo-hoo. The birthday that I most looked forward to was 16, because I just knew I’d be footloose and fancy-free when I could drive.

  2. Valerie
    · July 17th, 2010 at 9:09 am · Link

    Ooooh, have a lovely day, sounds like fun!!!

    Well, 18 was the birthday I was most looking forward to. It meant I was free from parental bondage…hehe!!! I got sooooo drunk…oh my!

    I guess the dreaded 30 was the one I didn’t want to have.

    Now I’m a bit over 50 I’m fine with my age.

    in Germany

  3. Rasha
    · July 17th, 2010 at 12:04 pm · Link

    18 is the one for me too, being an adult and all that. Did not dread reaching any age, 30 was better thank 20 for me. I guess we are all different in this and it depends on the experiance you have around the milestone you reach.

  4. Fedora
    · July 17th, 2010 at 4:20 pm · Link

    Hmm… I probably looked forward to 16 the most; my parents treated me to a big party to celebrate the milestone. The one I had the hard time with was 39, oddly… Not really looking forward to 50, but maybe it’ll be the new 40 😉

  5. Estella
    · July 17th, 2010 at 5:07 pm · Link

    Never had a problem with any birthday–and there have been quite a few.
    I anticipated my 16th birthday–I could get my driver’s license.

  6. Susan
    · July 17th, 2010 at 6:16 pm · Link

    16 was the one I looked forward to most. It meant I would final be able to drive legally. 😆

    A couple of months before my 17th birthday I was the passenger in a car that was involved in a nasty wreck that came close to killing me. After that every birthday is a gift!

  7. Delilah
    · July 17th, 2010 at 10:56 pm · Link

    Thanks, everyone, for sharing. 16 seems like a big one with this group. Susan, nearly dying does give one a new perspective on aging. It’s not so bad given the alternative!

  8. Lisa J
    · July 18th, 2010 at 5:17 pm · Link

    The hardest for me was 25. My younger sister (by 2 years) got married that year and I officially became the old maid sister.

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