Spinning Faster

Sometimes I feel like this world's spinning faster than it did in the old days... ("Mayberry" by Rascal Flatts) 

"Were there dinosaurs when you were a kid, Grandma?" asked my youngest granddaughter as we sat on the front porch, slowly rocking in chairs, the ice melting from our lemonade glasses in the heat of the setting sun. 

I gave a short laugh. "Yes, I rode a T-Rex to school each day," a told her. 

Her eyes widened with disbelief. "Really?" she asked, full of wonder. Cassandra was newly six, in the prime of her childhood naivete. 

"Not really," I assured her. "But things really were different back then." 

"How?" she asked, pulling her chair closer to mine and staring up at me with those wide, blue eyes. 

I thought for a moment, gazing into the sunset. "I lived far away from here in the United States... I grew up in Sweden." 

"Sweden? Is that a made-up place?" 

"No," I laughed, "It's far from here, across the ocean." 

"I've seen the ocean!" she exclaimed, excited. "It's cold!" 

"Aye, and bigger than anyone could swim." 

"When I'm grown up, I'm going to swim across the ocean!" she cried excitedly, jumping up and pumping her fist into the air. "I'll show you!" 

I just smiled at her. "When I was your age, I wanted to be a town doctor for my village. Little girls didn't have such great ambitions as yours... I guess the world's just spinning faster than it used to." 

"My Daddy says that the world spins faster every day!" 

"Your Daddy is a smart man." 

"But I don't feel it moving! What's wrong with it?" She flattened herself to the ground, pressing her ear against the Earth. "I don't hear anything," she said finally. 

I smiled at her. "I guess it all depends on knowing what to listen for." 

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