Brings me back to a time when we would go to our aunts house after school. Being the mischievous young boy that I was... when my aunt left the room to answer the phone, I switched it from vacuum to exhaust. When she returned and switched it on, the room very quickly filled with dust on EVERYTHING. Thinking it would be a funny moment my aunt instead began to cry. I felt so bad that I volunteered to spend the entirety of the next few days cleaning the mess I had created. I miss my Aunt so much and until the day she passed, she never forgot that day and the admiration she gained of me in the days that followed.