In 60 years I must already have grandchildren or have been abandoned by my children and placed in a nursing home, after all, a 60 year old can't help them much anymore. An occasional phone call, an occasional visit, might make me feel that at 60 I can't be of any help to my kids anymore, but it's the fullest version of me.
I can be as happy at this time as I was as a child, with no so-called homework, no so-called parental discipline, and even though I may miss having someone to discipline me at that time, life after 60 is my own.
I'll be dancing with the old men and women in the nursing home, maybe not anymore, but the atmosphere is still there. Raise flowers and grass, organize the small garden that I dislike, no way, it has become the spice of life. Maybe, I would like the children to come and visit me, but have to be given up by the phrase: busy.
60 years later, I ah, open-minded, after all, they are still your children, should not be angry with the children, is not it?
60 years ago, I want to tell 60 years after me a sentence: you live a very happy.
Hand typed, please adopt.