I hated turning 6.

I'm turning 30, and I'm wondering if I should feel bad about it or not.

I was 3 years old when existential dread kicked in. It was all downhill from there.

Somewhere between 47 and 50 I started to become invisable. Old men get respect, old women get ignored

When I was 20, I thought turning 30 would be hard for me: it wasn't. When I was 30, I thought that it would hit me hard like it hit my friend. It didn't. When I was 43, I started losing weight and by the time I was 45, had gone from 250 to 150. I left a 25 year marriage and moved halfway across the country. Still, I thought 50 would knock me down. It didn't. I was sure 60 would depress me--nope. I turned 65 last year and I am what I am. I think, in part, none of my milestones birthdays bothered me because I was a late bloomer. I didn't "lose my looks" but gained them. Now, I don't even think about 70 bothering me. We are all going to die someday and though I will be a year closer to that final step, so it goes.

When I turned 28 I was sad because I genuinely thought I turned 28 the year before and had to figure out how old I was and that that might be the first sign I am getting old

Not sad but strange. My Dad died at 50 and turning 50 and being older than my father was weird initially?

When I turned 40 I remember waking up in a shock from a nap because I didnt have much time left

I think I was 28. My husband and I waited 7 years to get pregnant and I felt my life would never be the same. Preminition of going into labor at 6 months? Having special needs child? Who knew?

Not an age per se but when I knew I was done having babies, I felt "old". Not that I want more, it just felt like a milestone in my life.

I'll be a little sad when I hit age "dead".

50 - no doubt about it 50. Too old to get a new job at the pay you are getting if laid off or quit - you realize you have to ride that horse until either the horse or you drop dead. Stuck like a butterfly on a pinning board. As well, at about 50 - the body begins its slow decline - that which was phsically easy at age 40 -- not so easy -- and it only gets harder.

On the other hand -- all of the above is beatable -- you might just get to 60 and have a real retirement - then you can take your time and start a 2nd life -- modern medicine is a godsend to growing old (think Viagra). You'll never be 28 again, but you won't be a washed up shell of yourself!

I turn 21 in a few months, so I’ll finally be an “adult.” Yay?

I just turned 57. It has been really bothering me that I’m growing old alone. I have no idea how to date anymore. Even my best friend has a boyfriend now. They live in the same retirement community. I hate the way I’m feeling about myself these days. Maybe if I could figure out how to get rid of my resting bitch face life would be different.

It was when I was 49 in 2000. (I lied a bit about my age on here in case anyone's checking)

Always thought I wouldn't actually be old by then.

Never expected to live this long.

WHEN I TURNED 60! I had many health problems to go along with that age, but it rang my bell!

Most of my 20's through early 30's were awful. I was clinically depressed with social anxiety for most of that time and have large gaps in my memory. So glad that's long past.

Thirty was a toughie for me. Now that I will be 62 in two months, I look back at how upset I was over turning thirty, and I just laugh.

Oddly enough, when I turned 25, I had a REALLY hard time with it.
Since then, not even a blip. I'm closer to 60 than 50, and I really don't care.
Every year that I'm still here, forcing everyone to deal with me, is a freakin' win!!!!

I'm not thrilled with the one coming up next month.

For me it was 30... I thought I was no longer young and it was only downhill toward the grave from there... But that was society's opinion of that age. I've matured over the last three decades and no longer pay attention to the numbers, and perhaps I don't always act my age when unsupervised. I'm 61 now, and aside from a few wrinkles and less energetic dancing, I'm happier and calmer than I've ever been!

26. I'd just moved in with my parents after filing for divorce. I had no money and a son turning 6 the next day. That was a lousy year.

Not so much sad as a bit more crocked. It seems to be every "9" birthday. 29 my shoulders went. 39 I aquired a permanent back injury. 49 I got diagnosed with arthritis in my fingers. This may be confirmation bias.

Actually No, Some milestones made me Happy, 16, 18, 19 (Canada & Grandfathered into Idaho's Drinking Age), 21, 25 (Save on Car Insurance). 30, 40 & 50 were Ho Hum, neither happy nor Sad