There’s No Place Like a Warm House

There’s No Place Like a Warm House

I would day dream about sitting by the heating vents as the warm air blew into my face.

When you are a young child, there aren’t very many ways to make money, but I worked hard to always have some source of income as a young boy. My parents didn’t have a lot of money when we kids were young, so if we ever wanted a new toy or some candy from the general store, we had to somehow come up with the money on our own. During the summers, my brothers and I would mow lawns for our neighbors and elderly people in our church. During the spring and fall, we would clean people’s yards. Wintertime was usually the hardest work because we had to shovel snow. As a young skinny kid, shoveling driveways and sidewalks all day long would wear me out. Many people saw how hard we worked though, and they would pay us even more than what we were expecting. I can remember just one thing that would get me through those long cold days of shoveling, and that was going home to a warm house. I would day dream about sitting by the heating vents as the warm air blew into my face. Although it may seem strange to others, it really helped me get through those cold days. My mom knew that as soon as my brothers and I got home from a day’s work all we wanted was a warm house and a cup of hot chocolate. Although those were good days, I am so happy that the job I work now allows me to stay inside a warm office all day.

air conditioning system