I spent eight years living without heat and hot water.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was homeless for about 8 months, I refused to live with my dad or anyone for that matter. So I stayed somewhere that had no hot water, ever, no heat, I told myself I have to be strong and get through it on my own.
I don't drink water, haven't drank water in 40 years.
I don't drink hot beverages.
Since I was little, it was instilled in me to conserve water. In terms of what can you do as an individual, it's an easy issue to get behind.
I grew up in a house my parents built together on a mountain in Tennessee. When we moved in, the walls were still going up, we didn't have hot water, and we turned it into an amazing adventure.
Probably my mother's life was prolonged beyond that of a long-lived family by her coming to Australia in middle life; and if I ever had any tendency to consumption, the climate must have helped me.
For a long time, I didn't want to live.
For many of us, clean water is so plentiful and readily available that we rarely, if ever, pause to consider what life would be like without it.
Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
My life is sectioned off into hot flushes, pursuits of this or that.