Bunk Beds For The Soul
Back in the seventies, I was just a little kid, but one of my fondest memories was going to visit my grandparents on my mother’s side. They were about a six hour ride away from us, so whenever we did go, we always stayed over one or two nights. Back then, it was just me and my sister, my mom and my dad. The one thing that stands out so clearly for me was the full bunk beds that my grandparents had bought for us, and were always there in the spare bedroom.
Boy did we both love those beds, every other visit was my turn to sleep on the top. As soon as we found out we were going we made sure we knew who’s turn it was for the top bunk. We just couldn’t wait. One of my favorite things was climbing that ladder up and down to the top bed. We would always take the blankets from the beds and hang them over the bottom bunk to make a fort.
I remember finding the bunk beds unusual because they seemed so sturdy and heavy to me, and they were painted white. I had never seen white bunk beds before which is one of the reasons I remember them so clearly.
As we got older, my sister became more interested in teenage stuff, and didn’t go with us as often anymore. I really missed being together and playing on the beds. It just wasn’t the same there with just me and my parents. I would continue to build a fort out of the bottom bunk, but I quickly became bored and would watch TV or find something else to do.
While I was away at college one night laying in an inexpensive bunk bed myself, I received news that my grandfather had passed. This news caught me by surprised and shocked and saddened me at the same time. I already miss all the time we spent together.
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