It's a disorienting experience, the one of getting older. It can take a while for the way you feel inside to catch up to your actual age, or maybe catch on to it (i my body told me I was getting older, but my brain didn't get the memo) and maybe sometimes it never does.
One thing I have found strange is watching old reruns of some show I loved in the 80s or early 90s, and realizing with a shock that while I once related to the kids in the show, I now relate more to the parents. The kid in me thinks it's all gross and creepy, but the adult in me sees the humor in it too.
Time is different to kids, it seems. Like when summer seemed to go on and on, and being told to wait an hour was like the end of the world.
Appreciated the read, and was glad for the short description too. It was a nice little snapshot into the world of an adult.