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. It was a six hour trip by car, so whenever we visited, 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. In fact we used to have it planned out days before we went who's turn it was to sleep in the top. 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 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. 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. 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 with just me there. I would still build the fort when she wasn't there, but I would quickly get bored and find something else to do.
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 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.