We sprang forward last night. All the timepieces in my house (Blackberry, cable box, alarm clock) auto-set themselves, so I didn't have to remember. But I found myself recalling a Sunday of long ago when Mother forgot to set the clocks before we went to bed one Saturday night and we ended up missing church. It was a rare Sunday holiday and we stayed in our pajamas and ate lunch at 11 a.m. It was baked chicken. Yum.
What do you remember, if anything, about Daylight Savings and your childhood?