Where Does The Day Go?

   I remember as a kid, each day was an eternity. It was amazing how much stuff it seemed I could do in a day.  I couldn't wait to be a teenager when I was nine, couldn't wait until I was eighteen when I was fifteen, couldn't wait until I was nineteen.  After twenty-one, that was the big one, I guess I stopped wishing anymore. Then the days speeded up after and twenty-five came about much sooner, thirty turned into forty, well you get the idea. 

   The theory someone passed on to me was that when your young, your brain isn't full so it took  a number of years to fill it up, hence the longer feeling days. Once your brain is full, the years go by so much more quickly.  I personally think there is more to attend to now.  Maybe when people retire, their days will slow down again with less to run around and do.  I would welcome that when I get to the Autumn of my life. I surely enjoy waking up everyday and the chance to see the sky, the trees, and all that life offers as a daily gift. One thing for sure...I won't be wishing for time to pass quickly.