I read the words, “twenty years ago,” and think of another, more genteel time, a time accorded a place in history, a long-ago time. Wait a minute…twenty years ago was 1992! That was only a couple of years ago, not twenty. The word twenty has a historical ring; 1992 has a day-before-yesterday ring. Nineteen ninety two is not some hazy historical moment in the continuum of time, it’s a very recent part of my life. But, 20 years ago?
My husband and I say the same thing about the year 2000. That seems but a brief moment ago, yet it’s been 12 years. Twelve years, now, with all the electronic innovations speeding us along, is like a century to our forefathers. So much has happened. Yet, I can clearly remember 2000 as if it was last year. Wait, what was last year? 2011? What all did I do? What happened with those 12 months? A whirl of actions and colors. People coming and going. Mostly going. Mostly loss.
Twenty years from now will be 2032, and I’m sure, if I’m still around, that I will be amazed at the speed of the last two decades. Decades. Okay, that has a more concrete sound than years. Decades are blocks of time so much bigger than just years. I marvel to think of the changes we will see if innovations continue to come at us at the same dizzying pace of the last two decades. In 2032, 1992 really will be a hazy, historical time. A time before the turn of the century. Will I still feel as if it was a short time ago?