I grew up on a decent sized lot as a kid and my dad always had the uncles over in cooler weather splitting wood and drinking beer. The wood pile was under some trees and they were able to tie me up a killer swing that allowed me to fly off the wood and into the sky. We've also had a cabin in the Adirondack Mts since I was little and the only source of heat up there was the stove (also had to do business in an outhouse, which the ladies loved once I started dating). Nowadays, the two most important features of my home will always be the wood stove when I need to warm the bones inside, and the rocking chairs on the covered porch for a cigar and a bourbon.
