But that's just one rampage. I pass this old gas station quite a bit on my daily drive, and everytime it makes me wonder how many classic cars sat at that pump. How many hands have opened that old, broken, window. Then wake from my day dream with a honk from a speeding car.
Time is fleeting. For instance, I plan to start college this fall, and the days are counting down much faster then I expected. It feels like only yesterday I was registering for classes for my freshman year of high school. Every so often I have the chance to sit down with my grandpa and just talk. There have been quite a few memories I wish I could've taken part in. But now I'm makin memories of my own I'll get to tell my grandkids. Hopefully time slows down a little, and life will feel a little more like life. :)