I think that this chart shows the general perception of 1 year of life at any age. So, when you were 3 years old 1 year of your life was literally 1/3, which is a significant value. When you are 50 1 year equals to only about 2% percents of your whole life, which makes even 10 years look not so long.
I don’t think that perception holds particularly true past your formative years. For all the usual feeling of time flying, my 30s don’t seem to be going faster than my 20s.
Maybe when I get a good midlife crisis I’ll change my mind, but at least I’ll have a sick tattoo and a Porsche
my first memory is laying in my crib by the window. the curtains were flowing as the breeze came through. the sun was warming me up and felt good. I could smell the cedars right outside the window.
I was 2 months old.
I was jaundice and my mother was giving me “sun time” per the direction of the doctor.
I remember everything in my life and can play it back like a movie in my head.
it’s not all great. I can remember every horrible and embarrassing thing that took place in my entire life. just now, even discussing it, I played back some truly embarrassing things from my childhood.
first HJ, I was 19. she was an absolute freak. best sex in my life, but she tipped the crazy scale on its head.
I first realized people die when I was four years old when my grandmother died from colon cancer. one day she was there, the next she wasn’t and I couldn’t see her anymore. she died the day after Christmas and her funeral was just after new years. The only photo I have left of us together was the day before she died on Christmas.
That doesn’t seem right, I don’t even remember the first 3 years
I think that this chart shows the general perception of 1 year of life at any age. So, when you were 3 years old 1 year of your life was literally 1/3, which is a significant value. When you are 50 1 year equals to only about 2% percents of your whole life, which makes even 10 years look not so long.
I don’t think that perception holds particularly true past your formative years. For all the usual feeling of time flying, my 30s don’t seem to be going faster than my 20s.
Maybe when I get a good midlife crisis I’ll change my mind, but at least I’ll have a sick tattoo and a Porsche
I’m currently 51 years old.
my first memory is laying in my crib by the window. the curtains were flowing as the breeze came through. the sun was warming me up and felt good. I could smell the cedars right outside the window.
I was 2 months old.
I was jaundice and my mother was giving me “sun time” per the direction of the doctor.
I remember everything in my life and can play it back like a movie in my head.
it’s not all great. I can remember every horrible and embarrassing thing that took place in my entire life. just now, even discussing it, I played back some truly embarrassing things from my childhood.
Huh. When was your first handjob? And when did you realise that people die?
first HJ, I was 19. she was an absolute freak. best sex in my life, but she tipped the crazy scale on its head.
I first realized people die when I was four years old when my grandmother died from colon cancer. one day she was there, the next she wasn’t and I couldn’t see her anymore. she died the day after Christmas and her funeral was just after new years. The only photo I have left of us together was the day before she died on Christmas.