Time passes; the hands of the clock sweep on. The days on the calendar are marked, pulled off, or turned to take us to today’s date; then the next... and the next. It’s inescapable. As we get older, we look back at all the things that have made up those days. That’s inescapable, too. All that we've experienced in years past are cogs in the mechanism of what our life has become. And as we reflect, we often think to write about them; the days gone by.