Some of my fondest memories are of that winter that we lost heat. I am still haunted by the freezing feeling I had in the house. To this day, it still amazes me that I was the one that came up with the clever scheme that would heat our house till the gas returned. To dream of the rolling wheat fields and constant ecstasy that I was once in would be a glorious moment. These memories remind me of just how lucky we actually are to have the thing that we take for granted.

f my house and engulfed the upstairs. We had no idea what had happened.

When I awoke, we were on the freeway driving about forty-five miles an hour due to the overload of cars. Soon enough though, we were back in my neighborhood. My stomach was growling like a hungry lion, so we decided to stop at McDonalds to get some lunch. My dad had gotten his fat paycheck and cashed it the night before in the unseemingly large bank. Surprisingly, when we walked into McDonalds, there were small lines. I ordered the normal, a number seven value meal, consisting of a double quarter pounder with cheese, large fries, and a large drink. We all had ordered and finished eating and got back on the what seemed like a strenuous everlasting journey to my house.

A two story medium sized house with hunter green trim is what we arrived to. I walked slowly but casually to the door and walked in to find it no warmer than it had been when we left. I went to the bathroom still thinking of how to warm the place up. While relieving myself from the super sized mountain dew, it came to me. I could heat the house by letting the brown Kenmore electric oven heat up to about three hundred and fifty and just leave it open. I took this idea straight to my mom, walking up to her as smoothly as a pair of old worn out air walks. I had already gained her attention by the cheesy but genius look on my face, and in return she gave a loud laugh that seemed to be the first sound of happiness in the entire day. I was now in a state of ecstatic excitement and was ready to get this ingenious plan out of my now freezing mind.

I ran to my mom and started babbling so fast that I sounded like a two year old just learning to speak his first words. She calmly told me to relax, slow down, and sit at the table. In doing so, she gave me a nice ice-cold glass of water, and seeing me distressed, sat down next to me an

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