As a child, I couldn’t wait for time to pass. What kid doesn’t? In fact, I often prayed that it would just skip or run along at a maddening pace and move me to a better place. But, almost like a punishment, it moved even slower and at times it felt as if it was moving in reverse. All I could do was imagine what the future might be like if, and when, I arrived at my long-visualized moment in time.
I know, I know, be careful what you wish for. I hear you Aesop, loud and clear. Wishes are all a child might have on the twisted road leading to adulthood. And childhood dreams are a pathway, even a needed escape.
Suddenly, you find yourself right here only now you look back and wish all that time was still in front of you. The chance of any moments standing still, even lingering like a lazy summer afternoon, have become one more forgotten dream.
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