The older I get the younger the world becomes. Making me appear older than I really am. It feels as though the other day I was walking to the corner store with my friends with 50 cents jingling in my pocket.

The background noise was so peaceful, a silent stream trickling along, and horses hooves on the pavement. Now the noise is screaming neighbors, and the common helicopter above the house.

I look out the window, watching my grandchildren play in the field, just as I had. I smiled, things aren't the same anymore, but that's okay. They're happy.