A Dream Room

 I don't recall my room arrangements before my little brother roomed with me.

My earliest memories of a room I called my own was my room with my brother. It had a wall wardrobe for myself, a standing one for my brother, a TV, a bookshelf, a writing desk and

the star of the room

THE BUNK BED

It was perfect and it wasn't your regular bunk bed either. The top bed and bottom were positioned in such a way that there was a a mini room for whoever had the bottom bed to do whatsoever he wished with the space. 

That tiny space became many things- a campsite, a war bunker, a house, a weapons storage area, a high-tech control center- it was whatever we wished it to be.

However, that wasn't the best part of the bed.

The bed was positioned in such a way that we could lay a mattress on the floor and another against the bunk bed. This arrangement was used to jump from the top of the bed to the floor.

We would perform all sorts of tricks on it. At the right time (thinking back, I don't think there was ever a 'right time' for 'that kind of dangerous play' as my mom put it when she found out. Not a funny story)

We did it at the wrong time (namely when it was time for exams and I hadn't studied yet. Another not funny story)

We did it all the time.

It was one of the things I missed when my brother eventually moved to his own room. I bawled my eyes out- that was a funny story but that's a story for another day.