There was never a monster under the bed growing up. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe or that my parents weren’t into the scaring-your-child-with-mythological-figures type. It was because there was nothing below the beds.
When I was a kid, we lived with my grandparents. My parents had me when they were 26, 27. They weren’t doing very well yet and it was typical for a daughter-in-law to live with her husband’s family for the first few years. We lived in a small room upstairs at the end of a hallway. That was the only enclosed, separate room in the whole house. Everything else was a big open space that my grandparents sectioned out using curtains.
The room was small, but it was the only room so my parents took it. They placed a mattress on the floor. They didn’t think a bed frame just to prop up the mattress was worth the money. We slept almost on the floor for 7 years before leaving grandparents’ house. That was 7 years of me bouncing on the bed without ever worrying that the bed would break.
We moved to another house. The bedrooms were on the second floor. We placed the mattresses on the floor. My parents just used all of their money buying a house so they didn’t want to waste anymore money on unnecessary stuffs. I’ve never slept on a bed frame type of bed before so with or without a bed was not a concern for me. I was not allowed to bounce on the bed anymore because they were now on the second floor. My parents were afraid that jumping up and down on a mattress would make the creaky wooden floor break. No floor would be made that fragile but I didn’t want to take that risk.
The last house we moved in, we moved in with my aunt’s family. We decided to live together in a bigger house. My aunt and uncle were more concerned with the aesthetics of things than my parents. They wanted bed framed beds for everyone. When choosing a bed for themselves from the catalog, they chose a bed frame that had a drawer below. So from outside, below the bed looked like a solid block of wood which could be pulled out as a giant drawer for more storage space. Me, it was the first time I experienced being so high and close to the TV. I didn’t have to hurt my neck looking up to watch TV anymore.
Later, when I moved away, got my own bedroom, my own apartment, I put my mattresses on the floor. It was never my first concern to have a bed in the house. There were more important things to worry about.