My home growing up was a run down house trailer with two rooms. My half brother and I shared a room, he had the top bunk and I had the bottom bunk. He would get off the top bunk and get in bed with me. I don't think I slept alone growing up. When I got to the age of things happening my mother told me to put him in his place if he tried anything. While she entertained one of her boyfriends my bother entertained himself with me. If we could hear our mother I am sure she heard us. I kept him in his place all right, right where he wanted to be. She knew all the time what we did. I still grew up ok.