Curling up under my blanket

As a kid, it was difficult to get any peace plus quiet around my house. I had numerous siblings, several brothers, as well as several cousins that lived with us permanently. It was a full house, to say the least, which was irritating when it came time to do my schoolwork. I was not naturally gifted as a student, plus I particularly needed a locale of my own so that I could better focus on my homework. Going to the public library worked well, but there was a problem of what to do after it closed in the evening. The only quiet spot in the cabin was the attic, but it was hotter than a gas furnace. I mean that literally, because I could go sit right next to the loud, grinding gas gas furnace in the basement plus be cooler than it was up there. I tried opening up the air vents at either end of the attic for some ventilation, but they were far too small to make any real difference. Finally I asked my dad about it, to see if he had any ideas about how I could set about cooling down the attic to use as a study. He said he would think about it, plus then the next day came cabin with a small, portable a/c unit. We set it up in the attic, along with a little table plus a chair, so that I could study in air conditioned comfort. My dad, plus that little undefined, particularly helped myself and others to pull up my grades that year.

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