A few minutes ago, I took a break from studying and got up from my desk. When I came back, I looked down at my desk and the textbooks lying open there reminded me of the afternoons I spent in my mother's room, poring through her books. I was always interested with the books my mother had lying around the house, textbooks and medical books about health assessments and health care. I remember how I would flip through them, fascinated with the pictures inside. Now I'm doing the same thing, but doing it to work towards a degree.
It's ridiculous how quickly time flies.