Forty. I remember forty - too many cares and hiccups at forty. But after forty, we start to grow like Benjamin Button: every day a little younger, every day a little stronger, until we can look in the mirror and say, "You know what? You're doing OK."
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Forty stunk. Fifty was better but finally lost the ability to walk. Sixty next year this summer I stood again for first time in 9 years. OK, it's not been proper standing, But, it came as a gift, and regardless of age some years bear more kindly than others. The story's not done till it's done.