Childhood Bedrooms are Irreplaceable

This is the bedroom that I grew up in. Later, it became more than a summer bedroom filled with toys but a haven from city life in New York, an Adirondack living space carved out in a hundred-year-old house. Now we have built a newer, more modern house on the property, but the new, more spacious bedroom with a better view of the lake will never be the same as this one, with its pattern of light in the morning and the frogs, old friends, ribbet-ing outside the windows at night.