Growing up, our neighborhood didn't have the best wiring. We lost power for a few hours with almost any storm, which I suppose was a hardship but always felt like a big treat.
It's so quiet when the electrical hum cuts out, so exciting to watch mom and dad cook dinner on the camping stove, warm water in a pot to wash our faces, to get ready for bed by flashlight or candlelight.
But when the power is out for days and the temperature is hovering around 100, I can understand the romance fading. What luck, then, that we kept our electricity supply, but still got a fun adventure, hosting first a family of friends and rescuing the contents of their fridge and freezer, then taking in the family reunion that was scheduled for my mom's place... and feeding them all the windfall food that had just filled our fridge! :)
It's been awfully fun, if a bit of a logistical kerfuffle, but now the power's back on at my mom's house and our latest power outage adventure is coming to an end, passing into the happy realm of childhood memories for all the cousins.