If there is one thing I remember most about my childhood, it is the old space heater mom and dad used to put in my room.
We lived in an old house that was always drafty.
The only way to stay warm, was to use a space heater in every bedroom. I used to hate the space heater because it would glow red and I was afraid it would eat me. Every night, I would lay awake for hours, waiting for something to happen to the space. One night, mom and dad kissed me good night and plugged in the heater. I laid there listening to an odd popping. I opened my eyes to see sparks flying from the heater and some of them were getting close to my bed. I screamed and ran to my mom and dad’s bed. Dad turned off the space heater. I swore I would have have a space heater in my room, and I didn’t until my heating went out. I couldn’t go without any heating, so I went to town and I purchased a space heater. They are supposed to be so much safer now. I never thought about the safety when I plugged the space heater into an extension cord and plugged into the wall. I should have known that a space heater is like an air conditioner and it should have its own outlet. When the space heater started to smoke, I knew that it could have burnt my house down. I will never again have another space heater in my home..