Bunk Beds Happen.

I saw this post and had to share what I wrote in the comments:

I remember when my mother decided to get me and my sister twin bunk beds. Big, chunky wooden things – so sturdy – which was probably a good thing as we would climb up and down it like crazy monkeys! We would read, play; just have a ball until nighttime. She would claim the bottom and I the top – I loved the feeling that you were in a tower on the top bunk! Seeing the Mom’s bed up there just had that rush back to me. I wish the steps built into that model were on our bunk bed; leaping up by the railing/steps was a bit hard after a few years of use! Definitely will keep these guys in mind when I start trying for my own children :3

I wonder if other people recall the fun of the bunkbed?