When I reached sixty I was working at a job I loved with people I loved. I had my precious Louie and good health. Sixty didn't bother me at all. Even sixty five was OK although I had had to retire and wasn't looking forward to retirement other than being able to spend more time with Louie.
In the last three years I lost Louie, then I began having problems at home and last year health problems began to creep into my life. It was almost a shock to realize that this year I will be 70 and not in the greatest of health. My Grandmother died in her sleep at 93 having had no health problems and I always imagined I would go the same way. Maybe I will, but I'm not looking forward to my 70s right now to be honest.