And Time Goes On....

I have suddenly realized that as time goes by and I get older I tend to spend more and more time reflecting on the past.

I remember being a twelve year old who was going on twenty....

Then a twenty year old, telling myself that I would buckle down, get serious and make something of myself by the time I was thirty.....

Now that thirty-five is on the horizon I find it comical that I am desperately avoiding the fact that I will be forty (faster that I can blink) wishing that I was twelve again.

It doesn't help that my children look at me like 34 is "SOOOOOO OLD!" Mother, you have my apologizes right now for all the times in my childhood that I did that to you......

Remember twelve, without a care in the world? (much less contemplating retirement plans.) Where did all the lazy summer afternoons go?

I remember when my big exciting weekend consisted of a few girlfriends, the roller rink and the unlimited possibilities of a slow skate with a cute boy.

I am momentarily missing my youth.....