I was 4 years old when I understood that I could go from Monday to Thursday and have Tuesday and Wednesday disappear. I remember going to bed on a Thursday dreading a math test, waking up on what I thought was Friday only to find the Sunday newspaper sitting on the kitchen table. I got the math test back the next week, 100%. My name on the paper but I had no memory of taking the test or the entire day.

I always knew as a child that time was random and played tricks on me. I never understood why. I thought everyone must be like this.