When you’re young, time passes slowly. You wait forever for your parents to finish an errand, a 20-minute drive to a relative’s house feels like an hour, and getting through the afternoon to the next recess is an eternity. There are moments like this as an adult as well, especially when you’re a parent, teacher, or an artist. You wait patiently for your child’s turn at a dance recital, for your semester to end, and for your ideas to come to life by creation of your hands. Time is also sneaky, and somehow, without warning, days, months, and years pass.