As a child I don't remember being afraid of the dark. I actually remember loving power outages, because there was no television on, music or work that could be done. My mom, dad, brother, sister and I would all congregate in the living room and talk, tell stories or play games. There was always a vague sense of disappointment when the lights finally came back on, and life had to begin again. I remember wishing then that I lived in the pioneer days where every dinner and evening were spent by lantern light together in one room of the house, of course only if it could be just like it was on Little House on the Prairie (a show I was quite obsessed with).
I had forgotten those memories until last night, when I got home and my power was out. At first I was quite frustrated because it completely messed up my plans for the night. But instead, we improvised and it was a wonderful night. Instead of cooking in, we went out. Instead of watching tv or a movie, we sat in the candlelight and talked. It was so nice having someone there to remind me that what I see as a "crisis" or at least a bothersome inconvenience can actually be another great memory to add to the album of my life.
All of this was actually so lovely that I'm thinking it may be time to institute regular power outage nights :)
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