Time Flies The Older You Get

   Though I always thought it was just what people said, the older I get, the more I think the old cliche is actually true.

   I distinctly recall early summer days when I was in elementary school, bouncing a tennis ball against the garage door, counting the days until school was out for summer vacation, feeling as if that magical day would never arrive. Fast forward two months and you'd find me doing the same thing, only this time I'd be counting the days until Labor Day weekend, when the start of the new school year would be looming. Invariably, by this time, I'd become bored with summer and ready to go back to school.

   In both cases, time seemed to CREEEEEEEEP by, each day as slow as the previous.

   Today things are vastly different. It seems that I blink and a week (or two or three!) has elapsed. When I pause and think hard about what has transpired during that period, it makes sense that the time has passed but it is a bit frightening how caught up in things we can get. So much so that our sensation is that 24 hours today is only a fraction as long as 24 hours was 24 years ago.