Stephen King wrote a short story about that. Time, not squirrels. Lol. It's called My pretty pony, about a grandfather talking to his grandson in an orchard, telling him how time speeds up as you get older (but in a very cool Kingish story way where you had to decipher it a bit). The funny thing about that is I first read it when I was about sixteen, and it took on a great deal more significance when I read it again in my late twenties.
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I will have to dig it out. I think I have read all his shorts. He was indeed the man back in the day!!