Time, time, time hasn’t told…

I was just struck by a realization. People age. Obvious, I know – but think about it. I know myself better than anybody else, and it feels only natural that I change. With someone else it’s a little different. My first grade teacher for example. I got to know her years ago, and my picture of her is how she looked then. Of course I understand that she, like everybody, changes with time; I just haven’t changed my picture of how she looks. Seeing her now, with grey hair and double chin, feels so sad somehow. Yet, growing old isn’t such a bad thing, considering the alternative…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s