My twenties were okay - got married, set up my first home - but desperately wanted a baby - and the first one took five years to arrive. As friends, etc became pregnant during this time, I became more and more depressed.
My 30's when I was a stay-at-home Mum with lots of children and foster-children - but those years were marred with serious financial problems, and an increasingly disabled with MS, hubbie.
My forties were marred with my own increasingly debilitating illness.
Fifties were okay (operation to remove offending organ in my body gave me back my health), but had to cope with breakdown of my marriage.
Sixties, would have been excellent, I was happily employed in NHS, moved from family house to a much smaller one, which I loved - but the tragic death of my youngest child at the beginning of these cast a shadow throughout. But....G.chldren started to arrive, which was good.
Seventies - on the whole were pretty good, I was now retired, children all doing okay in the world and g.children increasing in number. However, my ex-husband caused many problems and heart-ache.
Moved to my flat two years before my 80th birthday. Can only say that I have never been so happy and deeply content as I am now.