As I walk slowly down what seems to be the endless road of life, I pace my every step to make sure I do not allow anyting to pass me by. To the left of me is the freshly cut, emerald green grass and beyond that is the sparkling, blue pond. To my right is a rusted park bench which has definitely seen better days. But with all this around me my focus lies directly ahead. Surrouned by trees, which next to me look miles apart, gradually grow somehow closer together. These trees remind me of childhood to old age. In the first part of ones life the days seem forever and as one gets older, the days become shorter as death nears.