Bunk Beds For A Lifetime
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 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. Although the food and attention we received from our grandparents was great, one of the things I remembered and loved the most was being able to sleep in the bunk beds that they had waiting for us in one of the spare bedrooms.
We loved those beds; me and my sister would always take turns sleeping 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 could hardly wait. Climbing up and down the ladder to the top bunk was one of the best parts. 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 white bunk beds before which is one of the reasons I remember them so clearly.
As the years passed, my sister got older and she didn’t make the trip as often with the rest of the family. I was lonely being there by myself, having the top bunk all to myself. It just wasn’t the same without her. 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.
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.