Parallel Universes

Watching my kids as they get older I am reminded of my own childhood and how different your experience of the passage of time is when you are young from what it is as an adult.

Noodling away Saturdays, doing nothing in particular on the frequently grey, wet days of my home town they seemed to last forever. Lying in front of a coal fire watching Scottish football, or if I was really lucky Rallycross, on our black and white television felt as if it would never end.

I imagine this is how my kids experience their time now. What a shame mine is flashing past in the blink of an eye.