I had a really nice childhood

I think every kid has a stark memory of their father loudly proclaiming he was the sole manipulator of the thermostat; a firmly-cemented recollection of a dictator-esque rule over the air conditioner. “Nobody changes the temperature except me!” was the law of our kingdom- kingdom meaning house, that is. Maybe such a memory isn’t par for the course for everybody, but it certainly was a formative moment in my adolescence. My father was someone who constantly needed to be cool- and living in a humid and sticky environment like we did wasn’t the biggest contributor to that goal. He loved our air conditioner- he had the HVAC technicians service our air conditioner religiously, never missing a check-in date or service appointment. He was devout in its upkeep; and to be honest, the rest of us were pretty committed to the longevity and health of our air conditioner, too. A happy, air-conditioned, and cooled-off father typically led to a better outcome when it came to our nightly dessert negotiations. I do remember there was one time our air conditioner unit had an issue, and my dad had called our HVAC technician so fast I swear he had our HVAC provider on his speed-dial! Thankfully, it wasn’t a huge repair needed, and the air conditioner was operating at full capacity shortly thereafter due to our fantastic HVAC technician and HVAC provider. Their air conditioning services never failed us, and as a soft-sweaty kid, I sure did appreciate the moment of coming in from the hot and humid outside to the cool and pristine air-conditioned oasis that was indoors.

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