Time Flies?

Time has started to speed up. I remember when the time between taking off in an airplane and when I started cruising at electrical-device approved altitude felt like a freaking eternity. All before the flight attendant got on the intercom system, I could eat a bagel sandwich, complain to my mom, draw a picture, pick at a scab, annoy the people in front of me, take a nap, get in a fight with my brothers, and flip through an entire year worth of Highlights Magazines. Presently, in that same span, I barely have time to spot a new hair growing out of an arm mole and lament not packing my tweezers.

How fast does time fly for you?