The Washington Times - October 11, 2008, 04:31PM

Cosmologists say that time is an illusion, and I tend to believe them.

I can see how my relationship with time has changed so much over the years.

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When I was a kid, I once sat in wide-eyed wonder as a spider trapped a fly in its web, wrapped it up in silky thread and hauled it up to its lair. The entire process must have taken at least an hour.

Now if a Web page takes more than 3 seconds to load, I’m cursing the slowness of the Web site.

When I was a kid, I could sit for hours under a bright summer sky, noticing the shapes the clouds made when they rolled by.

Now I’m irked when I turn on the lights because I’ve noticed a distinct lag between the time when I flip the switch and when the lights actually come on.

When I was a kid, I would marvel over the twists and turns a single leaf would make as it slowly descended to the ground.

Now I begrudge gravity the time it takes for a bag of chips to drop in a vending machine.

There was too much time when I was young, and there’s not enough of it now that I’m older. And yet, seasons still sneak up on me.

It’s nearly mid-October, and I don’t even have my Christmas lights up yet.

Where does the time go?