It was way back when I was a little girl when I was up in the mountains for a visit to one of my family’s close friends. I remember the clean mountain air as well as the smell of the lush forest and verdant grass.
In his home he had this quaint looking wood stove. I was attracted to it and mesmerized by the leaping tongues of fire. I really did not understand why it was there because back at home we did not have an item like that in our hall.
My parents kept pulling me away from the stove every now and then because they sensed that my curiosity might lead me to do something harmful.
It is only much later on in years that I understood the function of the stove. It surely does what it is meant to do as I did feel warmer inside my friend’s home when it was chilly and cold outside.
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