Bits and Pieces: I Don’t Fit Under The Bed Anymore

Dear Colby: This is your story.
I DON’T FIT UNDER THE BED ANYMORE
Once upon a time there was a little boy who used to love to crawl under his mom and dad’s bed. He loved seeing the things that were deposited there by the dog or the cat. He used to think it was a dark cave where he could see all kinds of strange animals and fierce people with long hair and some beards.

He used to think that under the bed there lived a world that no one else ever saw or even knew about. He saw castles, kings, queens and his favorite friend was a prince named Joel. Every day he and Joel would meet under the bed and have a long journey. The mom could not understand why the little boy was always so tired everyday. How could he explain his daily journey into a world no one ever knew or would believe? So he didn’t say anything for many years.

As the years passed by, the boy grew bigger and bigger. Every day he squished under the bed and enjoyed his journey. One day a big surprised happened to this boy. He barely made it under the bed for his journey into the unknown. He just thought how strange. He checked the bed and found that it was pretty much the same as it always had been, but what he didn’t realize is that he was growing up and getting bigger.

It happened! One day the boy could no longer fit under the bed. He pushed and squeezed himself. Nothing he did worked and he could not get under the bed. He found his mom and blurted out to her, “Mom. I don’t fit under the bed anymore.” He took his mom to show her and began to tell her the tales of his under-the-bed adventures. He told her everything. She smiled and said she understood how sad he must feel that he had grown too big to get under the bed, but that it was the growing up process and that means when you grow up, you have to leave some of your old adventures behind to make room for new ones. The boy understood and believed his mother, but every time he goes by the bed of his mom and dad, he smiles and remembers all the times he crawled under the bed and enjoyed the adventures that waited there for him.

Love, Grandma

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Constance Moore
    Sep 13, 2010 @ 17:44:09

    Lovely growing up story. When I was a little girl I used to play under the bed, too. This brought a tear or two to my eyes. I do remember all kinds of wonderful times under the bed.

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