It may seem a bit silly, but I wonder if having your own room, or sharing one with a sibling using bunk beds is a more conducive environment for nurturing a young kid’s creativity and imagination.
I know that I grew up in my own bed, in a room that was all mine, and I’ve turned out to be well-suited to writing-related careers. Perhaps all those late nights staying up reading helped me, since I didn’t have an older or younger brother to consider. I could stay up reading as late as I wanted, most of the time, since I had an upstairs room and the light didn’t filter downstairs where my parents slept.
Then again, there has to be some benefits to having a sibling. It affords one an opportunity to share their stories with a somewhat captive audience and really learn the art of storytelling by receiving immediate feedback. I guess Ill never be sure, but it is an intriguing thought.
