One of my brothers once convinced me I was aging faster than he was.
When I was 8, he was 16.
He pointed out to me that I was half his age.
He then asked how old I’d be when he was 24.
I said 16.
So, he said, I’d be 2/3 his age.
Then he asked how old I’d be when he was 32.
I said 24.
So, he said, I’d be 3/4 his age.
Uh … hhhuuuuuhhhhhhhhh.
In conclusion, he said, I was aging faster than he was, and would eventually catch up to him.
Uh … uh?
His timing was perfect. I was young enough to believe everything my big brother said, old enough to understand how fractions work, and not articulate enough to express how he was wrong.
It was a thing of beauty.