When I was little, I often heard from adults the phrase: "How quickly time flies and life changes!" I never understood why they were so pressed for time. For me, one day seemed endlessly long, intense and bright. An eternity passed from morning to evening. Everything seemed different. The sun shone brighter, the grass was greener and the sky bluer. Growing up, I began to notice that each year flies by faster than the previous one, and life loses its colors. One day is followed by another, and the hands on the clock are rapidly gaining their speed. Why did time seem to have accelerated over the years? Why did time seem to have accelerated over the years? Why has life become dimmer and more monotonous? Looking back, I understand that I miss those bright and carefree days very much. I was attacked by nostalgia for childhood, where I did not have to think about work and future plans for life. I miss jumping in puddles in rubber boots, happy walks with friends, secret shelters in trees, my favorite cartoons, snow angels in the snow. I miss those days where everything was simple and fun