Coming of age in the poolhouse

I was lucky enough to grow up in a house with a backyard and a pool. To the side of the pool is a guesthouse with white stucco walls and a multicolored tile roof. In my earliest memories, the guesthouse had a bed where aunts and nannies sometimes slept. As a child I cared only for its bathroom, where I kept my arsenal of pool toys in the shower stall. On summer days I would rush in, trailing water…