Free Time slow Time

I found that when I was younger I saw the world in a different perspective. I watched some sort of history channel show and they spoke about how the brain can see things in slow motion before recording and recording what has actually gone by. I start thinking what if everything in the world is actually going at a faster rate than we see it as?
The reason I brought this up is because I started thinking if people had the ability to move slower or faster as they pleased in response to their brain's functions how would we develop in our time with our art? Personally I think that art needs time to develop and have a process of thought. 
Many have noticed and said before that when your are having fun you tend to lose track of the time and it seems to be moving faster than usual. As a kid you think time moves fast but subconsciously we think we will be like that silly small little toddler forever. But as we grow older we think there is never enough time for all the things we have to do. 
Is it because we have so much more to do when we are older we think time is not enough? or is it like the show said and we are actually processing things faster than we did before.Don't you think time moves slower when you were a kid. But then suddenly time just switches and skips your life to this moment where you are reading this post?
I remember as I kept watching this show they started talking about if you start pointing things out to others, those people are starting to notice their actions. 
For example (if this does not lose its touch over text) you start to notice the way you breathe, eventually you want to take a deep breath to satisfy your lungs. 
You feel how your cloths are laid on top of your skin, if you move it rubs against your back and shoulders.
Hopefully that worked, if it didn't try it on a friend, making sure they keep eye contact, just to keep focus.
I posted and wrote about this just because I feel like when learning about the brain and the way we think determines how our imagination works as well. Because technically our imagination is not our own imagination, it is a memory combustion of several moments you experienced or heard about and all smushed together.