Why does time seem to move so slow as a kid but move so quickly as an adult?
Maybe it’s like going to a new place for the first time: it feels like forever to get there, but the return trip goes by a lot faster.
For kids most things are new experiences and exciting.
“Are we there yet?”
For adults many things are the same and routine.
“Just a little further.”
I guess Time is similar to a rollercoaster ride: it starts slow, but once you start going over the hill it speeds up considerably.
… then it’s all white knuckles and screaming.
note: some people white knuckle it and scream through the slow part too.
double note: screaming in the line-up is premature.
triple note: if you believe in reincarnation, then you’re just going to go back and stand in line again.