Anyway, back to the blog chain. This chain was started by Jon who asks:
Oy. This is a toughy for me because anyone knows who me knows that my childhood was...well, it just was. But I did spend a lot of time at my Grandma's which was awesome. Incidentally, Grandma just turned 91--holla! Grandma's VIP so you gotta show respect. *peace-sign chest thump*Imagine the home(s) where you grew up, and start drawing a floor plan. As you draw, memories will surface. Grab onto one of those memories and tell us a story.
But I digress.
One of my favorite thing's about Grandma's house was this really old pullout couch she's use for us to sleep on. The mattress was so thin that the springs would jab you in the back all night long. And that horizontal bar! the one that ran right down the middle of your spine! Seriously! Who designed those things?
But that wasn't the awesome part.
The awesome part was the cavity created in the couch when the mattress was pulled out. It was just thin enough for a eight-year-old to squeeze into and BAM! Instant clubhouse of awesomeness. I could spend hours in the cavity of the couch pretending it was different things; a secret cave, a dungeon, a submarine, whatever. The only bad part was making sure your head didn't touch the top of the mattress otherwise your hair would get caught in the metal underside and that hurt like a mother.
Did anyone have a pullout couch like that? I really miss that thing (but not the chunks of hair it ripped from my scalp.)
For more fond home memories, check out Kate's post from yesterday and Katrina's post tomorrow.
But seriously, did anyone else play inside the pullout couch? Anyone?
