Where It All Started: A Murphy Bed, Two Sisters, and a Whole Lot of Dance Parties and Late Night Giggling Growing up in Dallas in the 80s, we all lived in modest one-story ranch houses, and most of us had twin beds. A sleepover meant hauling your Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag over to a friend's house and throwing it on the shag carpet floor. That was the whole production — until my best friend Michelle's parents renovated the area over their garage. It wasn't a bedroom. I