Warning: Entry contains many cliches.
When you were younger an hour was forever. I remember one of my many times in “timeout” as a child, sitting in the corner of the laundry room reading and re-reading Moses the Cat , staring at our Crayola clock waiting for the big hand to hit the hour marker. It was excruciating.
Now hours and hours pass without notice. Maybe it is because I don’t have to sit in timeout anymore 
) Of course, this is relative. When waiting to go out for the evening or meet up with friends, time can pass just as slowly as when I was a kid. On the other hand, “time flies when you’re having fun”. As a result of this much hated fact, I find myself trying to lock moments into my memory. It started towards the end of high school. I conciously concentrate on the details of something that is occuring I want to remember.
Another interesting observation about time is that it changes depending on who you are with. For one, there are people I’ve known only a little while that I get along with so well, it feels like we’ve been friends forever. Then, there the friends who disregard time altogether. I always joke that several of my friends operate on their own time, such as “Joe time” or “Dorie time”, always 20 minutes behind schedule (I say that with love). Close friends make me forget about time, hence why operating on something like “Joe time” doesn’t bother me. I really adore people that can do that to me because I’m so regulated most of the time and always looking at a clock. I need work on how to relax.