Here we are in the middle of May!
Does time go faster as we age?
I remember being a kid, and counting down the days till Christmas; the hours till Cracker Night: the minutes to my birthday…. So slowly did time move.
I remember wishing to be older; desperate for people to take notice of me. Who stopped and listened to the ideas of a child?
I remember craving to be an adult: to make my own decisions.
And, most vividly, I remember how slowly timed moved. A month seemed like an eternity……
And thus, I probably wished many of my best years away, oblivious to what they really were, and how lucky I was to be young!