We were poor but had bunk beds. During a flood I remember being on the top bunk while the house was flooded. I dropped my Donald Duck into the muddy waters and lost him. Later my mother moved me and set me on top of a freezer as they prepped to escape on a boat. I fell off the freezer and busted my mouth up in the flood water. After the boat ride, someone who was not a doctor stitched my busted lips up, but they actually stitched them shut and my family didn’t notice for a few weeks as they were busy dealing with the flood issues. With some insurance money they tried to fix up the house cheaply. My father put a ceiling fan in the bedroom. This was not a great idea with bunkbeds in a small room. I was always scared to come down, both for my trauma of falling and losing my Donald Duck, but also that running fan too close to me. A few years later, that fan was wobbling heavy and poorly mounted, but my father couldn’t be bothered to fix it. I remember when it finally detached from the ceiling but still hung on by the electric wires. It was spinning and hanging wildly at me up in my bunk bed. I ended up jumping off the end of the bed, couldn’t use that ladder and it felt like that fan was following me as I scrambled and crawled to the doorway to turn off the light at the wall mounted switch.

Would a hammock above another hammock be considered a bunk bed? It was sort of like Gilligan’s Island?

Bunk beds meant you were poor, unless it was a fancy one.

My magazine subscriptions were free. There was a basketball hoop in the backyard for my brother. Never had a bike or cable, no phone in the house! There was an air conditioner or two, they were found on the side of the road and destroyed our walls drip drip dripping. I did not have my own bedroom until I dug a hole in the heavy hoarded house for my own space. For a time there was a fridge that had an ice dispenser. It was probably used too. That ice was nasty and brown. We did not have cars with power windows, but my father had to rent one once while his car was being repaired and it didn’t work and the power locks also didn’t work and we got trapped in the vehicle when the radio somehow also got stuck on blasting loud but the AC was not working and it was so hot the vinyl burned. We did do bame brand cereals. No camcorder, no phone, no basement, never owned a car myself, no pool, no ping pong, 1.5 bathroom. A bunk bed is not a luxury.