I grew up in western Colorado where the humidity is very low. Our house didn’t have central air conditioning because it really didn’t need it. If we opened our windows at night and closed them in the morning the house stayed relatively cool. Now, being the temperature-control-freak that I am, I can understand my Dad getting upset if my window was still open at noon.
We did have a large air-conditioning unit off off the dining room. Mostly it served as a place for the family cat to sit – staring through the window, waiting for us to notice she was ready to come inside – but once in a great while we got to turn it on.
That was sheer bliss! I would stand right in front the vents, holding up my shirt to catch that chilly air, ignoring the shouts of everyone else to move so the rest of the house could cool off. I was deaf with freezing-cold joy.