In the mid 1970s I read a short story on time travel. Pretty sure it was English, ie. written and set in England early twentieth century perhaps Scotland.
It was slightly quirky in that it described the result of a potion or tablet or medicine where your experience of movement didn’t appear affected, but everything else, especially people appeared to be moving very slowly.
Pretty sure kids/young adults book of short stories and the main character was a boy. I reckon it asked the people doing this to consider the side affect of rapid aging.
That’s it, the biggest impact I recall was it made me think of things from a different perspective and to use anything special you may have with care.