Bostock and short summers

I’m sure all of us have had the experience of revisiting a place we knew well in our youth and being surprised at how small it seemed.  Or perhaps we’ve experienced the phenomenon of time seemingly flying by as we age — those endless summers of our childhood seem more like long weekends of yesteryear. Of course, it’s not place and time that have changed, it’s our perspective that has shifted.  A childhood summer that comprised a large fraction of our entire existence to that point seemed endless; as the…