As a kid, the boiler in our house used to disturb and scare me with the sounds it made; It was like we had made a deal with them when it came to getting heat, then as long as every single one of us made them happy, every single one of us would stay warm. At least, that is what I figured whenever the boiler would break down: the monsters were really miserable for some reason. It seems that my dad would get even more mad about it when the boiler stopped working, though, and he would call in these happy guys that would come into our house and inspect the inner deep workings of the home’s boiler system. I thought they were pretty brave for doing that and I respected them. Then the boiler would groan and make its noises back to life, then all of a sudden the house would have warm air again. I absolutely began to wonder what those mysterious happy looking men were doing to appease the monsters inside the boiler system! Now that I’m a grown person, I guess that our boiler was just an old and seasoned piece of trash that the Heating as well as Air Conditioning workers were beating back to life every now and then each month. If I had known this truth as a kid, I would have felt more pity for the HVAC workers and my dad than fear. My poppa had insisted on squeezing as much life out of that seasoned outdated boiler as he absolutely and possibly could, plus my family and I never even ended up replacing it, we just moved to another house. I guess it became the next residence’s problem!