I remember when I was a kid, the years used to draaaaaaaaaag along. I remember specifically how the year I was in second grade seemed to last an excruciatingly long time. (Of course, I hated my teacher and she hated me, which definitely didn't help matters. Believe it or not, I was the naughty kid in class.) One time, I mentioned to my father-in-law how the years used to seem to last a long longer than they do now and he told me that's because every year is a lesser part of the greater whole of your life.
Does that make anyone else want to jump off a cliff?
Kinda seems unfair that we get those extra long years at the beginning instead of the end.
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