New Memories keep time at bay.

When persons are young, time moves slowly. When people are old, times runs and runs and runs.
A man on the radio said the reason for this perception is that the world is new for the young. The old experience fewer new things.

Ha!
I can't begin to list the new things that happen to me every day. When I get up I face a veritable feast of new experiences. What part of me hurts today? It's such a revealation. I didn't even know I had these parts in the past.
Suddenly I have grown little brown "skin tags." I look for new ones. Then I look for my sewing sissors to snip them off. Much easier than having the doctor torment  me using lydocaine.
What face do I have today? I find my face familiar but smudged and a tad etched. All those magazines I've been getting make me keenly aware that I now have furrows...and I think crows feet, definitely a wattle is sneaking around my neck.
Those same magazines have sold me some epic moments. The time I put a paper face mask on, settled down with a book and waited, and waited and waited...John became hysterical. He asked me what I was doing. I explained that the mask was absorbing into my skin. I expected renewal.
When he got his breath back, he pointed on that after an hour the paper was all dry. He made me cross.
"The description said the mask would be absorbed, I'm waiting"
That started him off again.
"The paper isn't going into your skin,"
"It said it would."
"The stuff ON the paper went into your skin. Paper doesn't go anywhere."
I checked my face in the mirror. Not only was he right about the paper but my skin did not look renewed.
It looked embarassed.