There’s nothing like having too much time on your hands. Since I don’t know what that’s like anymore, I have to reach back 20 years to my childhood. Some of you might have to reach further, but that’s alright. Go there with me.

How many times did I lie upside down, a glass bottle of Coke in hand, and moan, “I’m bored…”? How many hours were wasted watching sitcoms like Silver Spoons, The Facts of Life, and The Jeffersons? [Pop quiz: What year was I born?] I knew the jingle to every advertisement on TV, so well, that my family referred to me as A Walking Commercial. It was still a waste of time, even if there wasn’t any cussin’ on TV back then.

Frequently, I’d chase down the Polar Cup man—who drove too fast and always skipped my street. I trounced through neighbors’ begonias just to cut off The Speeding White Truck With a Big White Bear to plunk down my quarter for a micro-sized cup of lemonade slush. The neighbors would yell at me as I hopped their fences, but they never gave chase. Afterward, I’d watch the grass grow.

Somewhere along the line, I figured out that time was money even if you were a kid. I knocked on people’s doors and mowed their lawns for a lousy ten bucks. (This is Florida in the summer, folks. $10 is a rip-off even considering inflation.) My girlfriend and I held car washes in our driveways. As soon as we’d make a buck, we’d close up shop, hop on our bikes, and blow the whole thing on Laffy Taffy at the Circle K.

At 11-years-old, irresponsible parents left their small children with me as they plunked down a small fortune every night in the local bars. Everyone was running, but nobody knew where to. After they came home drunk, I usually left short-changed, but I didn’t care. What else did I have to do? Besides, the junk food at their house was better than at mine.

Back in those days, I couldn’t wait for time to speed up. I wanted those moments to hurry on by so that I could get on with living. Now that time is moving too fast, I want it to slow down just so I can take a nap, and afterward, sip a mocha slowly. I’m too grown up for slushies now.

They say that the seasons in life change, but some things stay the same. It’s a funny thing, no matter how old you are, you always want what you don’t have. I wonder what my golden years will be like and if my grandkids will have Coke that comes in a bottle. Those aluminum cans just aren’t the same.