There is and we are. I was washing my hands. and I thouhght how many times have I washed my hands? I thought back to when I had to use a foot stool to reach the sink and sit on a phone book. It seems forever ago, just like freshman year. It's so unreal how I'm almost an adult already. Yesterday seems eons away and so does tomorrow. I do think time is playing tricks. Only yesterday I was in my old house holding my teddy listening to the train roll by a short block away. Not this awkward young adult typing away... where did that child go? What did time do to her?