November 9, 2009
When I was growing up, I always dreamed of having a bunk bed in my room. Not that I had to share my living space with any siblings or family members, but I just thought that it would be fun to sleep on a top bunk. When I went to summer camp I was always the first one to claim the top bunk for myself.
One summer, however, I went to military camp and my affinity for the top bunk soon subsided. Every morning we were forced to meticulously make our beds before an inspector would measure our folds, making sure they were precise down to the inch. I quickly learned that the bed making process wasn’t easy for the guy on top, and did some negotiating to procure a more accessible bunk.