For a while we lived in a tent we'd pitched inside his parents' house and we slept on pillows.
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The summer after I got divorced, my children asked to sleep in my bed again. It would be the first time we'd shared a bed since they were infants.
I was a bit of a sleeper-inner.
I would literally climb out of the cradle while my parents slept, go and crawl off. I did this a couple of times apparently. I'd cross the road and into someone's house, wake them up banging pots and pans in the kitchen.
Well I was an asthmatic child. So that for most of my childhood I was in bed. Bedridden.
Before he went to sleep, I told him a little story about a rabbit we saw run around the beach house we rented.
I grew up in a commissioned house in the next suburb over, Mount Abbot. It was a two-bedroom house with me, my brother, and my two sisters. Mum and Dad slept in the lounge, and we didn't have wallpaper.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
I grew up in a very large family in a very small house. I never slept alone until after I was married.
My mother and I took over abandoned buildings to sleep in.