Time - where does it go?

It's been a while. Almost a year to be precise. It occurred to me the other day that I hadn't written in my blog in ages - what I genuinely didn't realise was that it has actually been a whole year. I am very aware that what I'm about to ask is the most clichéd of questions, but, seriously, where on earth does time go?

When you're a child and your parents very annoyingly tell you to make the most of your school years because "before you know it you will be old like me and wishing you were young again," you brush it off with a "whatever" and get back to that very important game that you were playing on the Commodore 64 (now I'm really showing my age) without giving it much though. What do grown ups know anyway? They just like to ruin all your fun, embarrass you in front of David from year 10 who you've got a not-so-secret crush on and say things like 'time goes so fast Andrea. Don't wish away your childhood.' Cringe. Dude, cut it out.

Now if only there was a way of ensuring youngsters actually listened to their parents. I'm now 25 (dreaded 26 in May, but let's not get into that right now) and realising that I made a very big mistake in wishing my years away. OK, I'm by no means 'old' but I'm 'older' and realising that some of the best years are already over and done with. Along with those have also gone some of the best experiences.

Climbing a tree and building a house.
Discovering the thrill of winning your first race at school.
Getting drunk for the first time on cider and throwing up while trying to hide the evidence.
The excitement of seeing your first falling star (geeks like me lap stuff like that up. Others might replace this with their first experience with weed or something)
Having your first kiss. (admintingly, my first one was a disaster. This memory has been replaced with a very nicely made up version that involves a young Pacey from Dawson's Creek thank you very much).
Passing your GCSE's and A'Levels.
Getting into university.
Your 18th and 21st birthday (for those of us who actually remember them).
Graduation.
Getting your first job.

Hmmm. Tick, tick, tick. Done, done, done.

Onto my point. As we get older, we get so consumed with our day-to-day lives that time just passes us by without us realising. When you're young and not-so-jaded, every day lasts so long because every day is amazing in one way or another. The only problem is, you don't actually realise it's amazing until it's all over and done with.

Unfortunately, there is no way of making children listen to adults.The only child that will listen to you now is the child within. Life is tough, life is cruel and life is demanding. But don't let it pass you by. I'm guilty of it. I love nothing more than writing, but I let the fact that I write all day for a living stop me from expressing myself with words in the evening.

Embrace every experience and every minute as much as you can. Because that minute that just ticked by while you read this sentence? It just went, and it's never coming back.

As adults it's our responsibility to make sure not a moment passes us by. So, from now on I promise to write in my blog as often as possible, no matter how tired/angry/upset/jaded I am, and even if I have to resort to writing like a child.

Andrea A 4 George Clooney 4Eva.