“Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don’t remember growing older, When did they? Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years. One season following another, Laden with happiness and tears.” — “Sunrise, Sunset,” a song from the musical “Fiddler on the Roof,” written in 1964 by composer Jerry Bock and lyricist Sheldon Harnick

I recently read an article titled “Why time feels like it speeds up as we get older.” According to the article, this phenomenon may be a result of our perception of the world shifting over the course of our lives, influenced by neurology, psychology, and perhaps physics as well; there’s still a lot we don’t understand.

Mark Berg is chairman of the Citizens Advisory Council of the Adams County Office for Aging, and a member of the Pennsylvania Council on Aging. His email address is MABerg175@comcast.net.

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