Why time is such a sensitive issue is because it defines our awareness of space and others. As the world keeps shrinking in front of me, I feel like perception and use of time remain the few concepts resistant to globalisation. Time is where globalisation stops. It puts communication and adaptability of human species to test.
I'm sure most of us have witnessed totally inappropriate comments from children which often seem to be voiced at full volume in the most public of places - for example, "Why has that woman got a moustache?" in the supermarket queue. There is nothing malicious in such observations, just curiosity. No offence intended in the slightest.
About fifteen minutes ago (so it feels like, but according to records it was September 1992) I landed at Lancaster University as a fresher. I can still see it as a film, smell the cleaning fluid corridors, taste the tears, terrified in my bare room, burying into my cuddly panda for comfort. Time to be an adult.