When I was probably about 10 years old, I distinctly remember my mom putting me to bed one Saturday night. She wanted me in bed an hour earlier than my normal bedtime, and clearly was plotting some evil scheme to force me to go to church extra-early the next morning.

She claimed that the reason I had to go to bed early is that time would change by one hour before the morning, and that we would have to reset our clocks. That was of course ridiculous--- in order for that to be true, everyone in the whole world would have to agree to change their clocks also. Such mass insanity was impossible, and I screamed as much at her. How could she think I would believe such an improbable yarn about the nature of time itself? I'm pretty sure I cried myself to sleep.

Of course, now I know that such mass insanity is not just possible, but actual. At the time, though, I was convinced that my mom had just invented daylight savings time to fuck with me.

When did you first learn about daylight savings time?