As a child, I always felt enticed by the moderate glow of a fireplace. There was something magical about the crackling sound of the logs plus the dancing flames that mesmerized me. My parents, on the other hand, opted for an electric heating system in our home. While it was entirely more efficient plus convenient, it lacked the charm plus coziness of a real fireplace, however years went by, plus I moved out on our own, renting a small apartment in the heart of the city. It was equipped with an electric heater. I didn’t believe much of it at first. But as the winter time approached, I found myself longing for the warmth plus ambiance of a real fireplace, however one day, I stumbled upon a vintage fireplace in an antique store. It was made of cast iron plus had intricate designs that seemed to tell a story. It was love at first sight. I knew I had to have it. I brought it home and spent the weekend installing it in our family room. When I finally lit the first fire, it was worth it. The flames danced and crackled, casting a warm, golden light on the walls. The heat was more intense plus satisfying than any electric heating system could provide. But there was something else, something I could not quite explain. As I sat in front of the fireplace, peace and satisfaction filled me to a degree I had never felt before. It was as if the fire had a soul of its own, plus it was reaching out to me, inviting me to stay a while, however from that day on, I never used the electric heating system again. I knew that nothing could compare to the magic of a real fireplace.