Almost the end of another Tuesday. My they go by fast. And not just Tuesdays either I'm noticing, but all days of the week. Why does time seem to go faster as I get older? Am I smarter? Can I think faster? Am I just plain busier? This didn't happen when I was younger. What happened to being 5? I remember being 5. We still lived in our old house in town. I remember thinking that I would be 5 forever. Each day seemed an eternity. I learned so much with each passing hour. I remember making forts with my brothers in the living room. We took apart every piece of my mom's furniture. We would sit there and live through whole age of our new civilization. Every afternoon a new magnificent kingdom would rise and fall. Some lived in peace for many ages, others were war torn, danger under every side-table. Volleys of razor sharp corner cushions and bloody duels to the death using the pillows from our beds. I miss my people, my servants, my warriors and especially my co-kings, enemy or friend. I had to grow up ... but I'll help my own kids build their own worlds one day. That's what dads are for.

I love the world that my parents built for me. Thanks Mom and Dad.