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. It was just the four of us then, me, my sister, my mom, and my dad. Besides the obvious attention and food that was constant throughout the visit, one of the best things about the trip was being able to sleep in bunk beds that my grandparents had in a spare room.

Boy did we both love those beds, every other visit was my turn to sleep on the top. Weeks before we were scheduled to go, we always knew who was going to be sleeping where, and who’s turn it was last time. We could hardly wait. I used to love just going up and down the ladder that was hanging on the side of the bed. We also would take the blankets off the beds and make a fort out of the bottom bunk.

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 white bunk beds before which is one of the reasons I remember them so clearly.

As years went by my sister become older and more interested in staying home. Even though the top bed was mine every time she didn’t go, it was very lonely without her. 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.

While I was away at college one night laying in an inexpensive bunk bed myself, I received news that my grandfather had passed. This moment was a sad one for me as I’m sure it was for my sister. Those great memories suddenly filled my eyes up with tears.

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