The time, we are old.

Time is passing very fast. (quickly) When I go on my street I have some memories of when I played marbles there with my father. I also learned to ride the bike with him. Now he is not with me. He is very far away. My father is very proud. I don't call him and he doesn't call me. We do not (don't) fight but it is because now we have other dreams and priorities (in our lives.) 

Sometimes I feel that we can not change our destiny in life. If you are poor you will be poor all your life, and your personality life could be very similar to your parents. I know of some cases that a father's son repeats their parent's mistakes, and this is a circle that repeats again and again through the years and generation by generation.

That´s me when I was a child.

*****Same face as a child. Same face as an adult!

I was confused in some places so I corrected what I thought you were trying to say. Good job and interesting notebook entry.

The title: Do you mean...Time passes now we are old?