My retirement dream was a place to shoot and hunt. Life has a way of crapping all over dreams!
I planned on working until I was 63-65. ......
Oh, man, don't you know it. What's the old saying? Men make plans and God laughs. A good friend and I used to dream up what we'd do as we got older and how we'd have a place to take our son's and such. A few serious diseases and a divorce and working for companies run into the ground by idiots took it's toll. It wasn't for a lack of trying.