Reflection

I heard a song this morning on the radio that was first recorded back in 1978.

Thirty years ago.

And yet, it seems like only yesterday to me when I first heard it.

Why does a span of thirty years seem so trivial to me now, but, when I was a teenager why did it seem that a time thirty years past was a completely different era?

10 Responses to “Reflection”

  1. Believe me, the puzzle deepens as the years go by, Tigeryogji.

  2. I had a similar thought related to the time I lived in various residences. It always seems my first house growing up I spent the most time at. It turns out it was one of the shortest. :-)

  3. No matter what my actual age is, I will always think of myself as the 24 year old me. I was working towards 24 from the time I was 15 and apparently I don’t want to let it go!

  4. Well, it’s simply because the song was from 1978 and all things from 1978 are magical. ;o)

  5. My father is scanning pictures of our family’s history – I can still recall smells and umpteen details about the circumstances of these pictures from 40+ years ago. I’m with Glegoly: I still think of myself as that young boy havin’ fun all the time!

  6. Because… at age 15 one year = 7% of your whole live. At age 50, one year = 2% of your whole life. Of course, in fantasy fiction, the immortal Elves can never be hurried because after a few thousand years of hanging around, time ceases to have any meaning at all.

    I’m a changeling, so I plan on living to be at least 150!

  7. Time is a trickster.

  8. What was the song!

  9. this is an ageless issue; how did my life go by so quickly?
    I feel the years zip by.
    in contrast I asked the nephew this year what he wanted for his birthday, and please tell me soon as his birthday was a month away. He looked at me with horror – but uncle, it’s a month away! that is soooo looong away!

  10. i hear ya darling…so we’d best enjoy them as they fly by so fast
    xx
    pinks

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