Everyone has his own attitude to  getting old. The night before her eighth birthday, I found my daughter Lizzy sat on her bed ________ (weep).“I love being seven,”she cried.“I don’t want to be eight!”I held her in my arms and explained that it  was going to be even better to be eight than being seven. I told her how much I loved her and  what a wonderful birthday she was going to have. _______ (eventual) she was comforted. It’s always strange ____ (tell) that you are a year older, even when you aren’t very old. Now I’m in my early 60s, and I don’t always recognize the face in the mirror, but something has changed the way that I think. The process of aging increasingly interests and amazes me, annoys and irritates me, and sometimes still makes me _____ (frighten), too, but much, much less than it used to. There is an ongoing sadness at the absence of the friends and family members who  have died before me.