Earlier today, I went to my childhood home! I lived in 2 houses growing up, a single between my mother’s and father’s… My father had a rugged, country side yard while my Dad had more of a peaceful suburban house.
It was the perfect balance, and when my father decided to transport to another area, I helped him transport her belongings into her new house, as I did, all of the memories started coming back of my childhood, then she still had my old trampoline, my old monkey bars and playground and a box full of toys.
I realized that more than likely, the new owners would take the playground and trampoline and tear down many other things I loved about the venue. I decided that I would buy the venue from my father. She was reluctant to sell it to me at first, but eventually relented. Even though it cost a lot, I honestly wanted to keep section of my childhood alive. As the older I grew, it seemed the more my childhood memories faded away; One of the things I knew I needed to service was the heating and cooling systems in my old venue; The Heating as well as Air Conditioning systems were practically non existent and both Heating as well as Air Conditioning units haven’t worked in a long time. My childhood new home was the old type that had vents on floor rather than the ceiling, and those were covered in dust. I went through and thoroughly cleaned all of the vents, and called a Heating as well as Air Conditioning business to service both Heating as well as Air Conditioning devices. All in all, I still had a lot of work to do, although I was on the right path to restoring a important section of my childhood home.