I went to my daughter's elementary school today, and the secretary asked me if I wanted to sign a petition to get rid of Daylight Saving Time. The first page was half full of names of people who'd already signed. I read through the list and realized I knew many of those people.
I thought about if for a minute—feeling the pressure of wanting to do what other people I respect do—and then I declined. I like Daylight Saving Time. I love that my summer nights are light until ten o'clock. And I don't mind getting up a bit earlier, because hey, the sun wakes me up anyway.
Daylight Saving brings back wonderful memories for me. Maybe that's why I don't want it to go away. I like it, because I've always known it.
That makes me sit back and take a look at everything else in my life. Do I do the things I do because I've always done them? Because it's easier that way? Because it's habit? Possibly. I am a creature of habit and I don't love change . . . except each fall when I get to sleep in for that extra wonderful hour.
When that happens, fall feels complete—the leaves smell sweeter, the air feels crisper, and Halloween is more fun. What I don't like is that they changed when day light savings happens. They've pushed it back—deeper into fall, and later into the spring.
I liked it the way it was. I want it put back. I like going trick-or-treating in the light with my little kids. I like the brilliantly lit sunsets that last all evening. They takes away the gloom of winter for me.
Do you want daylight savings to disappear altogether, or do you like it the way it is? The only reason I'd want to do away with it would be for my kids, who stand out on the highway to wait for the school bus in the morning. But if we're going to be honest here, it's dark that early no matter what time the clock reads.
But that's a whole 'nother subject.