I had never seen this photo until recently. On the back,
in my mother's handwriting, it says "Bill." I have to
assume this is the first picture of me.
Today, I am looking back.
Back at the past 18,994 days and wondering, "where did they go?"
As a kid, we all wished time away when we "couldn't wait for [insert exciting event here]."
Then, as we grow older, somewhere after college, we realize that time has somehow sped up. Some days may seem to drag, but suddenly a month, a season, a year has past.
Sometimes time is going so fast I want to be Fred Flintstone and use my feet to put on the brakes.
But I can't slow it down, so I'll just enjoy the ride and smile at the highlights of the last 18,994 days.
What will the next 18,994 days bring me? Most likely I won't see that many more.
But I will keep looking ahead and moving forward, because tomorrow is another day.