...these are the days of our lives.
Do you remember when you were a kid and the summer seemed to go on forever. It was one day after another of play and fun. Many serious forts built, bicycle rides, doll babies, playing house, etc. By the time September rolled around, even though you complained, you were ready to go back to the classroom.
It was like that for Christmas vacation, Spring break, heck - even the weekends. Older folks told you to enjoy it, because when you got older, time went a lot faster.
Well, now I am old. And yes time does go faster. The older I get the faster it goes. Why do you supposed that is? A minute is still 60 seconds, an hour 60 minutes, a week still 7 days and those still only come in the 24-hour variety. I wonder if, as you get older, someone comes in and slips a little less time into each of those elements without your permission?
How is it that ten years ago (in my party days), I thought a weekend went on forever? It was drinking and dancing and hanging out with friends. Now that I am sixty, it seems that I come home on Friday night, and turn around three times and go back to work on Monday.
Just yesterday I was on Christmas vacation (the fabulous, germy one in WV) with my family. Now all of a sudden, I'm counting down the days to visit my sister at Easter. Someone came in my life and took a lot of time away from me when I wasn't looking??
What do you think the answer is???
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