When I was 34. I don't know why but it really hit me hard. B-days have never affected me, but for some reason I felt my life passing me by. Now I laugh at that. I was in Germany at that time (Army wife). Can't remember what I did, probably went out to eat. For the most part b-days don't affect me too much because I can't remember the last time my husband ever did anything "special" for my b-day. Oh yea, the last time he took me out to eat specially for my b-day was 1989, but dinner was a disaster so after that I just said forget it. Usually we have pizza delivered. So I'm now 48 and I'd give anything to turn the clocks back about 28 years. So much I would do differently and so many things I wouldn't do.