When I was fifteen years old, my mom plus dad left myself and others at condo in charge of my sibling plus both of my brothers.
We were all similarly close in age, but my youngest brother was 10. As soon as my Mom plus Dad left, my brothers got into a fist fight. My sibling plus I had to separate them plus put them in separate rooms. They finally calmed down plus every one of us ate some pizza for supper. I made both of the guys take a shower plus then my sibling plus I put a film on the television. It was starting to get cold inside of the house. I talked to my mom plus dad for a couple of minutes when they called before the theater. I told my dad that it was feeling easily cold in the condo plus he told myself and others to check the control unit. It was only 65 degrees in the house. He told myself and others to go to the basement so I could check the pilot light on the furnace. I thought he was joking, even though he wanted myself and others to check. I walked downstairs plus I followed all of his guidelines carefully. I didn’t see any flame inside of the machine. My dad told myself and others to get out the matches plus light the pilot. I was easily scared plus shaking. I was afraid that the furnace would blow up in my face plus almost everyone in the condo would be killed immediately. I sat there scared for a minute or more than one plus I finally took a deep breath plus lit the pilot on the furnace. It was a easily simple job that only took 15 minutes, but I felt appreciate I accomplished that day.