Work is a 20 minute commute for me. 

30 minutes - if I make pit stops. 

10 minutes - if I ride at a speed which indicates my tail is on fire.

Today as I zoomed by, passing all familiar sights, I also passed a bunch of little girls skipping and running along the road. One little girl caught my eye. Wearing a school uniform, though I am sure it did not belong to her. I don't think she goes to school. Wild unkempt hair caught in a loose pony, a face that wasn't scrubbed, bare feet, white teeth.

And not a worry in the world. Except to keep up with the rest.

And the sound of jingling laughter as she heads with her friends to play under the shade of the trees. 

I have never felt nostalgic about my childhood or thought about the days gone by without a worry. Never wanted those days to come back. Figured life is all about progression. Which it is.

What "they" say is true :)

It is not the age. It is the heart.  

Today my heart wants to be all of six again.