I remember when I was eight years old and used to think that nine was late. I'd be up at night with my little light on, reading Harry Potter books and thinking I was so mature to be awake at ten o' clock. The house was dark and everyone else was already asleep.
My cousins' house is so quiet now. It makes me wonder if my mind determines lateness by how much things slow down. At school, it feels like nothing ever slows down.
Well, I'm heading back tomorrow. See you again in a few weeks, family. :)