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[Mominohio]

with siblings when growing up?

I was watching Little House on the Prairie, and was noticing Laura and Mary sharing a bed in their loft. Got me to thinking about sharing a bedroom or even a bed with a sibling when growing up.

My mother (who was born in the mid 1930's) spent part of her growing up years in a house that 17 people lived in at one time. She was among the youngest in the house, but they often slept three or four to a big bed back in the day for the little kids. 

The only time I shared a room with a sibling was one summer when I was young, as my bedfast great grandmother came to live with us for a couple of months (members of the family were taking turns taking care of her in their homes). We only had three bedrooms, one for my parents, one for my brother, and one for me. So we kids moved into one room for the summer, while my great grandma got my brother's room while she was there. 

She was basically bed fast and both of my parents worked full time, so my grandparents came in during the day to look after her and us. 

Seems like life today is much different, but how many of you shared bedrooms or beds back in the day, with your siblings while growing up? 

[deepwaterdotter]

I shared a bed with my younger brother until I was 5 years old when we moved to a larger house.

[Catty2]

We lived in a 2 bedroom house, so my brother and I shared a room with twin beds until I was 14 and he was 9.  It was pretty exciting to finally have our own bedrooms when we moved to a bigger house. 

[lulu2]

My sister and I were 14 months apart.  We always shared a room with bunk beds which eventually became twin beds.  My younger sister was 14 years younger than me and always had her own room with a large canopy bed.

[blackhole99]

I shared a room and bunk beds with my younger sister, but when our youngest sister graduated from the crib she moved into the bottom bunk and I got my own room. When my brother came along my parents made the attic into a bedroom for the younger girls and the bunk beds were separated and used up there. My brother always had his own room.

[151949]

Growing up I slept in a queen size bed alone but whenever any girl cousins visited I had to share with them. Boy cousins got the second twin bed in my brother's room, which was in the attic - cold in the winter & hot in the summer. While my grandmother lived briefly with us she got my bed and I had to sleep on a roll away cot in the dining room but I was only about 4 yr old so I didn't care.

[skuggles]

I shared a room with my two sisters, in separate beds crammed in a room.

[Perkup]

Lonely, only child here.  But I had the awkward experience of sharing a bed with my Grandmother until I was about 12 years old. Hard to sleep, but did the best I could. She would tell me when I was very small that if I moved my legs around in the bed rats would come up and bite my feet.  Also that if I didn't go to sleep she would call the man who hid in the armoir and have him come out and "get me".  I can't really forgive her for those nights when I made the mistake of moving my legs around. I had to be perfectly still and pretend to be asleep. It was awful.

[mac116]

I shared a room with my sister in the converted attic dormer room.  My brother had his own room.  We are 7 years apart, but I have fond memories of talking late, and having her help me with my homework. 

[Lapdog]

I shared bunk beds with my sister until we moved. (22 months apart) Then my parents in building the house, had  sliding doors installed between our rooms.  I don't think we ever closed them.  My little brother (who had his own room) would often bed down between our beds on the floor. 

When we moved again I was 16 and we then had separate rooms. 

I then went off to school and shared a room with 5 other girls.