Time Marches Onward

The older I get the faster time goes. Not really, but relatively speaking. Time is going at the same speed it always has, with the same number of seconds per minute, the same number of minutes per hour, etc., etc. But because none of us have chronometers or at least chronometers built in so that we become increasingly aware that our time is short and that we will never ever have the fascination with snow globes or pony rides we once had when we could really spend time with those items. I love the poet Longfellow who never ever lost fascination with being a child, even as an adult. Time doesn't move quite so fast then. I hope I never lose that fascination either.