There were many jobs around the house that needed attention for some time. One task that needed to be done was to clean the scary basement. The reason I never cleaned it was because I hated the basement because it was scary and dark. It also always smelled bad of mothballs and mold, just like an old barn does. We also had the chance to make some long-postponed purchases. My mother and sister drug me with them and I beg not to. It seemed pointless to me to complain about shopping because I was forced to go there, no ifs or buts. They went to every store in our little town and shopped forever. They had to try everything they saw in the stores and it turned out that they hadn't bought anything all day. And each of us also wrote some letters or other documents that were long overdue. My father finally wrote to his father who he hasn't spoken to for many years but I don't know why, they never told me. Her letter must have been thoughtful because her emotions were everywhere she cried, which she never does. I hope his dad appreciates the fact that he squirms