Growing up, my family and I didn’t have the chance to go on a lot of big getaways.
However, 1 time, when I was about 10 and my younger sibling 8, the two of us took a cross-state road trip, stopping in different towns along the way to see all that America had to offer.
One of the towns we stopped in, my mother and nana booked us a room in the fanciest hotel. It was amazing with a bellhop, and a front desk, and this building had a spinning door. My sibling plus I spun around in that thing for the half-hour it took to sign in, and spinning in 360 degrees for that long is something I loved and cherished then. When we got to our room, having gotten lost on the wrong floor along the way, my sibling and I were once again astonished at the luxury surrounding us. There was a little home office area, with a sink plus its own miniature appliances. A whole residing room section with a large tv, a few beds, plus possibly the coolest thing of all- a gigantic Heating plus Air Conditioning window unit. I had never stayed somewhere with a window-unit before, and the Heating plus Air Conditioning was a transformer-like dream for more than one kid. The two of us sat in front of it for hours, taking turns switching the heating settings to air conditioner, changing the temperature gauge up plus down, placing our hands on the edge to feel them get boiling as it heated up; I believe if my mom had known how silent the two of us would be in the face of an Heating plus Air Conditioning unit, she would have gotten us 1 ages back. It wasn’t even the fanciest of all air conditioners in the world- but the settings, dials, switches- it was so entertaining to young eyes.