#11 A New Place To Sleep

At the young age of two, I was plopped onto a waterbed.  A little bitty on a big queen size waterbed.  It was the reject pieces of two beds my parents had put together to make a cool master bed.  At the time of my parents divorce, I ended up with the master bed with the drawers and cabinets.  It was stuffed into my little bedroom in our town home.  It has been with me all this time, moving from house to house.  Of all my time at home, I slept on a different bed a few times, but probably totalled only 3 years not sleeping  in my waterbed.

When I got married, my waterbed moved in with my husband and I.  However, a waterbed isn't quite as comfortable when a tiny girl marries a man twice her size.  Not too evenly distributed.

Soo.......we got a new bed.  Since I'm so picky, we went the memory foam route (soy based as to keep us from all the chemicals that are put into some memory foam beds).  And, to top it off, we got a king size mattress!

I remember when I was little, still in our little town house.  My brother and I (who is no longer alive), climbed in a big box, on my waterbed.  We rocked back and forth singing some sailing song we made up.  We rocked and rocked until he hit his head and my mom made us stop.  This is one of my favorite memories of him.  Now, the bed sits in my basement, in pieces, likely waiting to be donated.  Maybe a little girl can sit in a box and sail with her big brother.




The old bed                                                 The new bed