99 years ago, the United States began daylight saving time (DST).  On Easter Sunday 1918, everyone was supposed to set  their clocks ahead by one hour. That meant more daylight after work to get things done, whip up a backyard cookout, or - as the false legend goes - to harvest crops. In reality, farmers lobbied against DST because they set their workdays by the sun, not by clocks.

Farmers weren't the only people not onboard with the idea and patchwork participation created a mess for the United States. For the first few decades cities and states chose their own dates for springing forward, creating what Time Magazine called "a chaos of clocks" across the country. In 1966 the Uniform Time Act cured the mayhem by standardizing the DST dates, though states could still choose to opt out of the practice.

I remember loving springing forward much better than falling back, even though we lost an hour in bed. The extra hours to play outside after school and the long, long summer days more than made up for sleepy mornings. I still love DST, though I must admit, it gets harder to overcome that lost hour with every passing year!