Wow. This has taken off. I'm 35 too. Yeah, there's a pretty good range here, and they are good years for all . . . heh, I think there's a sappy Sinatra song that's marginally on point here (and yes, it predate even us old-timers -- except for guys like Mr. Fisk who are sticking with the Golden Age):
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We?d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We?d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I?m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years