This is something I think about once in a while. Ten years old in 1984 is when I started understanding time and years. Those were some long years back then! Even as a younger teen a year felt like a year, but as i went through my teens every year become just a tad shorter. That changed when I was about 19. All of a sudden the years were not just becoming shorter, but were ending alomost as fast as they began. It was like that until I was 24. And now, being almost 28, the last four years have been so fast its scary. I read once that the reason this seems is because, the more you experience time, the more you have to compare current time with. Or something like that. Just like driving down an unknown road for the first time. The unfamiliarity of it seems to slow down the watches hands. Strange really. Anyway, just my thought of the day.