Times Flies...

The lady down the street from my grandmother died a few months ago. I used to play with her grandkids. Today I watched them cleaning out her house and saw a few kids playing there. A momentary brain glitch caught me thinking that these were my childhood playmates -- then it occured to me that this would be their kids!

Isn't it strange how part of us thinks time stops when we move on or leave an area? It's funny but sometimes I half expect to run into the childhood version of me. I wonder what I would say! What would you all say if you met You -- what would the child say to the adult, and what would the adult say to the child?