Time is something we all talk about. Does it mean the same for each of us?
As a child it took an age for Christmas to arrive. Now the year seems shorter and I’m constantly preparing for the family to descend. Is it because I’m enjoying life more that it goes quicker?
My school years dragged. I hated school. I wonder now if it is the same for our young ones? They enjoy school so much more. Is the year going faster for them too? Is the world turning faster? It does feel like it. Perhaps my birthday tomorrow is making me think how time is diminishing…..
Writing puts us in another zone, and time simply disappears!
Barbara Pyett 