Six Days Until the turn of my quarter century...

ahhh. twenty five.

what the hell? really, how does time fly by so fast? I remember Dad always telling me as you get older, the clock turns faster. Wow, is that true. I remember his words, because I really couldn't grasp HOW the days really could pass any faster. That was back when I would play in the tree house for hours, then go swimming. Then came the huge decision as to what to do next. Maybe go to "the school" to play on the bars, or swing for hours, or play basketball in the silver spray painted court in our driveway. Life was so simple. The amazing thing is that children have no concept of what lies ahead of them-thank God. I always thought life was a puzzle, and you were given a piece of the puzzle day by day, and year by year. I have learned that in reality I sort through the pieces of the puzzle, to find the ones I need, and discard many unecessary pieces that don't fit in my life.
i have six days to go, but i haven't cried yet (like i did when i turned eighteen! remember mom!) i have accepted adult responsibility while still acting like a child, and i probably will the rest of my life....