Everyone has his own attitude1 getting old. The night before her eighth birthday, I found

Everyone has his own attitude    1     getting old. The night before her eighth birthday, I found my daughter Lizzy sat on her bed     2     (weep). “I love being seven,” she cried. “I don’t want to be eight!” I held her in my arms and explained that    3     was going to be even better to be eight than being seven. I told her how much I loved her and     4    a wonderful birthday she was going to have. Eventually she was forted. It’s always strange     5     (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, _    6     something has changed the way that I think. The process of aging     7    (increasing) interests and amazes me, annoys and irritates me, and sometimes still makes me     8    (frighten), too, but much, much less than it used to. There is     9     ongoing sadness at the absence of the friends and family members    10     have died before me. to/ towards