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. We loved those beds; me and my sister would always take turns sleeping on the top. In fact we used to have it planned out days before we went who’s turn it was to sleep in the top. We just couldn’t wait. Climbing up and down the ladder to the top bunk was one of the best parts. We would also take all the blankets in the room and make a fort out of the bottom bunk. I thought these were unique bunk beds because they were so sturdy, made out of this thick wood and 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. Even without her I would still use the blankets on the bottom bunk, but this would get boring real quick by myself. As I was lying in my own metal bunk bed in college one night, I got a call from my parents that my grandfather had passed away. This news caught me by surprised and shocked and saddened me at the same time. Those great memories suddenly filled my eyes up with tears.

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