Why do clocks run clockwise?

Our life is operating on quicksand with almost unbelievable rapidity. My excellent general awareness skills inform me that almost all grown-ups wish they could turn back time. Growing a year older gets only sullen acceptance because we all realize that time is but a swollen, impassable river.
When we were children, we were always told what to do. As children, we were incredibly heedless in the formation of our beliefs. We believed that being grown-up is fun and with as much sense as a half-witted hummingbird, we dived into adulthood headfirst. We watched childhood roll by like the news-reel of an event taking place somewhere else. Since showing anger and frustration will not serve any worthwhile purpose, we might as well bask in the sunny, fantasy isles of insanity and wonder what would happen if clocks would run anticlockwise and if we’d turn into kids again.
For starters, the world would suddenly seem bigger. You think its grand. God has done a mighty fine job! You could be unrestrained in your phraseology, violating all canons of courtesy! With pillow fights, blowing bubbles, making sand castles, flying kites, muddy shoes and grubby knees, everything else pales into insignificance. Everything is unfamiliar, everything is new… there’s a whole world out there to explore! Every little thing comes as a fresh shock of understanding. You torment your teachers with questions like “ If we could fly to the sun, how long would it take? Why is school called school? Can birds fly backwards?” In exams, we’d write answers that would turn the paper brown! When we are kids, we are ferociously individualistic!
A terrible, sickening fear has come over me. I have listed out all the things that have been denied us in the harsh world of reality. Dream and reality – one is universally admired, the other universally condemned. The thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that individual. So why think like a blundering youth? Why not think like an inquistive child? The very thought has sent joy bells ringing through the echoing corridors of my soul..