favorite childhood memory

When I was a kid we lived in an old farm house in rural Kansas.  It was heated with a Warm Morning stove.  The mornings were anything but warm.  A Warm Morning is a heating unit that was set up in the living room and heated about 5 feet away.  The rest of the house was freezing.  Mainly because it was a house of odd additions with the heating system at the time of the additions being a wood stove.  Most of the rooms had a small stove originally.  All of the wood stoves were gone when we were there.  This meant we were freezing most of the time.  It also meant we wanted to sit directly in front of the stove.  Which pissed my dad off, because then the rest of the house was even colder.  So anyway, my sister and I would sneak up in the night after every one had gone to bed and sit in front of the stove.  It was always so pretty to look at the flames behind the glass and be all snuggled up with our dog, Porky.  Even though I know they had to have been awake and normally he would have spanked us good for it, we almost never got caught sitting there.  It was always so nice to get warm, in the dark, with the fire.