When my kids were truly young, about five and ten years old, it was during Thanksgiving and my friend and I were on our way to my mother’s house.
My fiance was driving our station wagon and our kids were singing music, happy that it was Thanksgiving.
All of a abrupt my friend and I swerved off the road, went through a fence and stopped in the middle of the woods. We were so surprised, my friend and I were frozen in our seats that it took us awhile until my friend and I went outside of the car to see what had happened. Turns out that my friend and I had a flat tire, which sent our car to the side of the road. There was a sign that said gas station one mile down the road. We went to the gas station and my friend and I couldn’t get a mechanic until tomorrow. Across the gas station was a cottage and my friend and I had to cancel with my Dad and spend Thanksgiving in a ancient cottage. We got the keys to our room and it was honestly hot in there. I went to the control machine to try to turn the heat down however the control machine was stuck! There was nothing my friend and I could do as the other rooms were not as nice as the one that my friend and I had. It turns out that the heating system was an open flame heating system. I’ve never dealt with this kind of heating system system although I could see the open flame as I crouched on the ground and looked through a tiny vent. We made the most of it during that Thanksgiving and opened up the windows to stay cool.