Birthdays are normally not a big deal to me. I think that is largely due to the influence of my parents. Their philosophy was that a person is as young as they feel, so birthdays were just another day to them. So, to that end…
Turning 20 was cool.
I looked forward to turning 30 for as long as I can remember.
Turning 40 at the turn of the century was great.
I absolutely celebrated when I turned 50 (just ask my family).
But, for some reason, turning 55 has not been easy.