The basement used to frighten me when I was young

When I was a little one, I always used to hate going into the basement.

It honestly felt like I was walking down into the belly of the beast, it was frightening to me.

I especially hated it when the gas furnace would crank on. It was a very old heating machine and it made so much noise and it sounded like the world was going to end in my young mind. My mother always insisted that I go down there to get the laundry though. I had to rush to put everything into the laundry basket and transfer whatever was in the washing machine to the dryer, and then set those items to dry. Oftentimes, the HVAC system would make some kind of crazy noises while I was doing this and sometimes I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I would dash back up the stairs and then sort through the laundry on the couch where I felt I was safe. I told my mother I didn’t like going down into the basement, but she didn’t seem to care. Honestly, I think she might not have felt comfortable going down there either. Who knows, maybe the sounds of the HVAC equipment working made her feel nervous and stressed out too. Of course, she would never admit to anything like that I’m sure. These days, I have a nice home with a nice climate control system too. I have a basement in my home, but it’s finished and isn’t scary in the least. I actually turned my basement into my own man cave and I have a great time hanging out with my buddies regularly.


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