It’s interesting how you want time to speed up when you’re young, only to have that completely turn around on you when you reach a certain age.
From probably age eleven onwards, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Move out on my own. Get married and have kids. Really start life. Be in control of every little thing on my own.
Then when it all happens, it just picks you up like a kleenex in a windstorm and it’s over before you know it. Kids are grown up and nearly all gone. (Thank god for Sid).
And you find yourself looking down the barrel of the last half of your life and you just want it to SLOW DOWN.
So yes I’d love more time. An extra hour in each day. An extra day in each week. I’d even take an extra month in each year, preferably in the summer though.

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