time keeps on slipping... slipping... splipping... into the future....
I remember being a kid and summers lasting absolutely forever. And my four years of college felt like a delightful decade. Even in my early 20s, I can recall years dragging on so slowly that I couldn't stand it. But by my late 20s, the passage of time was accelerating quite noticeably. I'd get into a depression, close my eyes, and then suddenly six months had passed. In my early 30s, life was getting better and time--sensing my weakness--really stepped on the gas. Now, in my late 30s, life is good and time's so dizzyingly quick that I just find it comical. For instance, today is the first day of May. I swear New Year's Eve was like three weeks ago.
Does having kids slow down that whole time perception thing for a while? I imagine the baby/toddler stage seems to take forever, but that it starts speeding up considerably after that.
ETA: If you're feeling a little deja vu (like I was), it's because I made a similar (probably better) post on the same subject just eight short months ago! I guess I need a new LJ tag for like coping with the time-space continuum or something.