I was listening to my girls cackle on and on tonight about cute boys, swimming, camp and other random items instead of going to sleep.

The total randomness of their conversation reminded me of all the things I miss about sharing a room with my sister.

Bunk Beds. We had tons of adventures that involved throwing each other off the top bunks and building cabins by drapping blankets from the top bunk down. One time we reenacted a scene from Days of Our Lives and another time we pretended to have our own apartment.

Built in bodyguard. If I heard a noise or if she did, were close enough to save each other. I still remember how I held her hand the night our attic was on fire and our mom was trying to calmly lead us outside. I told myself I was protecting her but I am certain I would have cried if she let go.

Someone nearby when you feel _____. Sad, sick, lonely, terrified, confused... You name it, there was always someone nearby. I had the chickenpox over Christmas vacation when I was in the second grade. I almost died. They were in my throat, in my eyelids and in my mouth. I have never been so miserable. My sister slept beside me. She got the pox, but not nearly as bad.

Laughter. I'm a strong believer in laughter, it builds you up when you feel down. It makes you feel complete. Over the years My sister and I have shared a lot of laughs together. Most recently we shared a room together at the beach and even though she values sleep more than just about anything, when I woke her up in the middle of the night because I was convinced someone was in the shower, she graciously checked and then we laughed for hours about it.

Secrets. Someone to share your secret crushes, your secret failures, your secret goals.

My girls fight alot but at night they become different little creatures. They giggle and read together. They talk endlessly about whatever, but yet they claim they want seperate rooms.

My husband thinks they should have them.

I really don't think they need them. They share a HUGE room.

When it isn't a school night, my son sleeps in there too. Sometimes cuddled up beside his oldest sister in her bed and other times just on the floor so they can all be closed to each other. He has his own room and doesn't really want it.

Someday they might all live multiple states away from each other and long to share a few laughs late into the night.

Did you share a room or have your own, what are the pros and cons?