shingleton, my ninth grade history teacher, explained how a year was longer for a four-year-old than for, say, a sixty-year-old.
one year for a four-year-old was a quarter of his life; one year for the sixty-year-old was one-sixtieth of a life.
a quarter is a much smaller chunk of time than one-sixtieth.
it made sense.
shingle also had a map cart where three plants lived. one day i rode the map cart across the carpeted room, crashed, and dumped soil everywhere. i spent the remainder of class picking up dirt.