I control time in my mind. Memories recalled are played back at the commanded pace.
First kiss (no names here) with all its awkwardness and tension – no matter what speed, the feelings will always remain.
Enlisting in the U.S. Navy, going to boot camp, training, fleet deployments, sights seen, foreign foods tasted, new and wonderful experiences of a lifetime all enjoyed while younger and free to roam. Playback at will.
Meeting my wife – a fleeting encounter that turned into 27 years and counting. (see earlier post Love Creates Beauty)
Watching my son grow after getting a diagnosis of cystic fibrosis was precious. Specific milestones pop into my mind’s eye for frequent review.
- His first hospitalization for a respiratory infection. The too-soon release that resulted in two more return admissions within weeks as the infection roared back.
- Seeing him learning to walk by holding to a rolling IV stand while having a needle in his head because his other intravenous points had collapsed from too many needles.
- Hearing him call out, “Mick-mee” at the giant image of Mickey Mouse on the hospital hallway wall each time he saw it.
- Tee ball practice where he stood bored for most of the time. We took him out of it and switched to soccer.
- Soccer practices and games where he ran, flipped, walked on his hands between action moments, and generally had a great time.
The birth of his sister. Much less dramatic. I was in town this time. Her cystic fibrosis diagnosis that tried to crush our spirits, but couldn’t.
I could go on and on but your time is precious too. I won’t presume to keep you longer than I should. My control over time is my time alone. Applied to others, it could be abused.
Obviously, there’s a lot more to come.
If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?