Let's see, when I was much younger in elementary school we would have what is called a "Blizzard pary" to represent the arrival of winter. We'd have hot chocolate and marshmellows. That was always nice. When spring came along we celebrate it by writing poems about the blossoming flowers and the leaves on the trees. But that I'm older, it doesn't seem like people care anymore about the changing seasons. It's like "Oh it's fall now" or "It must be summer." God, I miss being a kid sometimes.

It's sad because my favorite seasons are the fall and spring, because to me it's like a balance. It's not too cold or too hot. Daylight savings time is good way for me to feel the changing seasons.