From the time I was a young kid, I hated our basement.
No one had ever taken the time to finish off the basement, or to put adequate lighting down there.
My dad used to force me to go downstairs with him whenever he had to work on the furnace. He showed me where the air filters were and how to change the air filter. Once he knew I was good at changing the air filter, it was my job. I hated every time I had to go to the basement. My family thought it was funny that I was afraid of the basement. Often, one of my brothers would hide under the stairs and jump out to scare me. This made my fear even worse. I always dreaded needing to go down to the basement, even before I was told it was time to change the air filter. The furnace made the oddest sounds when it was getting ready to turn on. I could hear the hissing of the heat as it built up and it had the oddest of shadows. I would have preferred any other chore my parents threw at me, if I could have just got away from needing to go into the basement. I often wished I had never learned how to change the air filters. After having my brother’s jump out at me so often, I didn’t even want to go into the basement to do laundry. I’m glad I don’t have a furnace in my basement. I made sure to buy a house that didn’t have a furnace, and the basement was completely finished off.