Maybe it’s just me, but back in the stone age when I went to grade school, I don’t remember ever going back in August. August was when you went shopping for Trapper Keepers, three ring loose-leaf paper, Erasermate Pens, Sergio Valente jeans, banana combs, Aigner keychains… (because I couldn’t afford a wallet or purse like the other girls.) Since I don’t have children I have no real clue – but it sure seems like the school year is shorter than it used to be.
I’ve also taken notice of all the new freshmen arriving on the local college campuses – wandering around town and getting a feel for their new digs for the next four years. (I can’t help but wonder how many will be taking Rhodia to school with them.)
Does time move faster as we get older?