Chapter 285

Slow time. Slow time was when I was a kid and summer vacation finally finally rolled around and got here and other than some daily chores, the days were mine. Every day lasted a year and it was amazing. Probably seems more amazing to me now than it did to me as an eight year old. I did not have to hide the books I was reading from the teachers in class any longer. Hiding them because I was reading while they were teaching and I have no idea what they said then or now. I had no restraint when it came to books and finishing them. The story took priority over everything else in life. Frustrated my parents a great deal. Heck I used to read actual real dead paper books while driving on the interstate! I was a distracted driver long before it became vogue to be so.

But I digress from slow time. Slow time was when a day of summer vacation seemed to last forever and the luxury of that time to play and to read was what summer vacations should be all about. Now time seemingly disappears in large swaths without a moment passing. Chores interrupted those long hours of slow time, and I resented them as every child of that era did. Now my grandchildren don’t know what a chore is at all. And their idea of long endless hours of fun and slow time most definitely include a screen. It is a different world in the here and now. Slow time doesn’t exist anymore for me, but is fun to walk down memory lane and think about what it was like and the why and how’s.