I turned 40 earlier last month - with mixed feelings. My 30s were such good years - marriage, children. It's hard to top those experiences.
This is Mum's favourite photo from my childhood. For many years it hung in the kitchen of our family home. It now hangs in my parents' beach house at Flinders. The one thing people always said when seeing this photo was, "Wow, you haven't changed at all." In my teens and twenties this really annoyed me. Now I wouldn't mind it so much.
Mum made all our clothes as children. I recall rather liking my velour pantsuit at the time (keeping in mind this photo is circa 1973.) And my brother's overalls would have been home made too. Mum subscribed to the German pattern magazine by Burda and still has copies from that era floating around to this day.
My 95 year old grandmother drove herself to my house to enjoy a cup of tea with me on my 40th birthday (after doing her shopping at the busy Camberwell Junction Safeway supermarket). So perhaps the halfway point of my life is still a few years away for me yet.