Bunk Beds And A Memory
When I was just a kid back in the seventies, I always loved when the family would take a trip to go visit my grandparents. They lived about 300 miles from us, so whenever we went there, we always stayed overnight. 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.
Both me and my sister loved those beds, taking turns sleeping on top each time we visited. As soon as we found out we were going we made sure we knew who’s turn it was for the top bunk. The waiting used to drive us crazy. 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.
To me, these bunk beds were unique because they were made out of a thick wood and they were painted white. I had never seen them painted white before, which is why I remember this so vividly.
As years went by my sister become older and more interested in staying home. I was lonely being there by myself, having the top bunk all to myself. It just wasn’t the same with just me there. Even without her I would still use the blankets on the bottom bunk, but this would get boring real quick by myself.
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’m going to miss those times together.