Bunk Beds And A Memory
It was back in the 1970’s when me and my sisters were kids, we’d take a trip every once in a while to visit our grandparents, my mom’s parents. 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. I used to love just going up and down the ladder that was hanging on the side of the bed. We would always take the blankets from the beds and hang them over the bottom bunk to make a fort.
I thought these were unique bunk beds because they were so sturdy, made out of this thick wood and painted white. The white made the beds stand out in the room which was darker, and which is why I really only remember the beds and not the room itself.
As we got older, my sister became more interested in teenage stuff, and didn’t go with us as often anymore. I was lonely being there by myself, having the top bunk all to myself. It just wasn’t the same with just me there. 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.
Relaxing one night in my college twin bunk bed, I got a call that my grandfather had died. This moment was a sad one for me as I’m sure it was for my sister. I already miss all the time we spent together.
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