The night was perfect and so was the room. It had been cleaned and sprayed for any little critters that may be lurking for  nearly forty years.(Remember the daddy long legs?) The newly installed stairway to the upper bunk over the boathouse was in good shape, the floorboards formed a firm floor, (having recently been sturdied up), and the few screens that were in the open windows were clean–fitting quite nicely back into their openings. The ceilings and walls were covered in numerous signatures of past campers, which only added to the ambience of the night. Gone were the metal bunk beds, but instead a comfy inflatable queen-sized bed was the platform for Sascha’s sleeping bag. The bag beside her bed held water, insect repellent, tissues and a flashlight. She was all set! The stars were out, the sun had set in the northern sky over Loon Lake and the only things missing were the voices of girls either at the fire or inside the hut, but no matter because Sascha Immerman was happy. She was crossing off a bucket list item from her missed opportunity during her camping years of the late forties and early fifties. She never got to sleep in hut nine. Unafraid, she settled in for a night of happiness with a view over the lake and awoke with a smile as the sun rose over the lake. The only bucket list item missing from the night was the curtain of dreams called the Northern Lights, but that did not spoil her perfect sleepover. Oh, did I add she will be eighty in August? It is never too late to have a happy childhood.