We chose to go inside where it wasn’t as cool to get away from the mosquitoes
I once told someone that we didn’t have air conditioning when I grew up. Before I knew it, he was calling me a liar and trying to make me look foolish. He spouted out the dates when air conditioning was available in homes everywhere, and how it was much earlier than when I went through childhood. I quietly stood there and let him talk. When he was done, I told him I didn’t have air conditioning because we couldn’t afford it. We knew a lot of people who had air conditioning in their homes. Most of my friends enjoyed air conditioning, but they didn’t have six brothers and sisters. Their parents were scholars with excellent jobs, or there was AC in the house when they bought it. I remembered when mom and dad bought their first window air conditioning unit. They put it in their bedroom and had fans to blow it through the upstairs so we could all benefit from the AC. I was okay with not having perfect air conditioning when growing up. My brother and I would put a blanket and pillow on the roof outside our bedroom. We would sleep there until the mosquitoes started to bite. We chose to go inside where it wasn’t as cool to get away from the mosquitoes. I thought this would shut him up, but he had some sharp words about mosquitoes biting when there weren’t any lights, and I walked away. I wished the air conditioning conversation hadn’t been brought up. All it did was make the man look foolish and we all walked away from him.