“But where is the library? Can you show me, please?”
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t go to the library. Now, I drive myself to the library when I’m home or walk to the nearest library when I’m in the city- press rewind and go back to many years ago, and my mother was the one in the driver’s seat saying “Let’s go!” There were trips to Border’s Books, but my mom learned early on that she had a daughter who loved to read- and so frequent trips to Border’s and purchasing many books was just not sustainable. Going to our local library, though, to take out a stack of books as tall as my six year old self? That’s sustainable!
My childhood library is located right next to my elementary school, so it was inevitable that on some days there would be a trip to the library after school. This library was one of my favorite places to be in my hometown- I loved exploring the children’s area, and when I became a teen I took to the comfy and tucked away teen’s room. Some days, I’d even venture upstairs and check out the newest DVD’s, or go to the far corner of the library where a wood-paneled room complete with stained glass windows and leather armchairs accompanied the latest issues of every magazine imaginable.
Eventually, we moved away from my hometown. One of the first things on our checklist to see when we moved to our new town: the library (of course!)
I had high library standards, coming from a town where the library had every book I could imagine (and where the staff would order books for you) – a town where the library was another world. When my mom and I first stepped into our new library, we knew that our high standards would absolutely be met. This new library was even better than hometown’s library: the architecture resembled that of a traditional mansion, the inside had nooks and crannies and even a fireplace, and the staff was just as friendly as the staff from my hometown library. I was impressed.
Fast forward four years, and I am still that girl carrying out a tall stack of books, magazines, DVDs – you name it! And now, I am sharing my love for this library with a little girl who I take care of.
Today, I took her to the library that I have grown to love so that she could get her first library card. When she saw the children’s section of the library, her eyes lit up and she ran through the rows of books leaving a trail of books behind her. She weaved in and out, looking at the pictures of books to see which ones seemed the most interesting. I had the absolute best time watching her! I don’t know precisely how I looked the first time I went to my hometown library, but I can imagine that it was similar to how this little girl looked.
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t go to the library. Now, I drive myself to the library when I’m home or walk to the nearest library when I’m in the city- press rewind and go back to many years ago, and my mother was the one in the driver’s seat saying “Let’s go!” There were trips to Border’s Books, but my mom learned early on that she had a daughter who loved to read- and so frequent trips to Border’s and purchasing many books was just not sustainable. Going to our local library, though, to take out a stack of books as tall as my six year old self? That’s sustainable!
My childhood library is located right next to my elementary school, so it was inevitable that on some days there would be a trip to the library after school. This library was one of my favorite places to be in my hometown- I loved exploring the children’s area, and when I became a teen I took to the comfy and tucked away teen’s room. Some days, I’d even venture upstairs and check out the newest DVD’s, or go to the far corner of the library where a wood-paneled room complete with stained glass windows and leather armchairs accompanied the latest issues of every magazine imaginable.
Eventually, we moved away from my hometown. One of the first things on our checklist to see when we moved to our new town: the library (of course!)
I had high library standards, coming from a town where the library had every book I could imagine (and where the staff would order books for you) – a town where the library was another world. When my mom and I first stepped into our new library, we knew that our high standards would absolutely be met. This new library was even better than hometown’s library: the architecture resembled that of a traditional mansion, the inside had nooks and crannies and even a fireplace, and the staff was just as friendly as the staff from my hometown library. I was impressed.
Fast forward four years, and I am still that girl carrying out a tall stack of books, magazines, DVDs – you name it! And now, I am sharing my love for this library with a little girl who I take care of.
Today, I took her to the library that I have grown to love so that she could get her first library card. When she saw the children’s section of the library, her eyes lit up and she ran through the rows of books leaving a trail of books behind her. She weaved in and out, looking at the pictures of books to see which ones seemed the most interesting. I had the absolute best time watching her! I don’t know precisely how I looked the first time I went to my hometown library, but I can imagine that it was similar to how this little girl looked.
“But where is the library? Can you show me, please?”
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t go to the library. Now, I drive myself to the library when I’m home or walk to the nearest library when I’m in the city- press rewind and go back to many years ago, and my mother was the one in the driver’s seat saying “Let’s go!” There were trips to Border’s Books, but my mom learned early on that she had a daughter who loved to read- and so frequent trips to Border’s and purchasing many books was just not sustainable. Going to our local library, though, to take out a stack of books as tall as my six year old self? That’s sustainable!
My childhood library is located right next to my elementary school, so it was inevitable that on some days there would be a trip to the library after school. This library was one of my favorite places to be in my hometown- I loved exploring the children’s area, and when I became a teen I took to the comfy and tucked away teen’s room. Some days, I’d even venture upstairs and check out the newest DVD’s, or go to the far corner of the library where a wood-paneled room complete with stained glass windows and leather armchairs accompanied the latest issues of every magazine imaginable.
Eventually, we moved away from my hometown. One of the first things on our checklist to see when we moved to our new town: the library (of course!)
I had high library standards, coming from a town where the library had every book I could imagine (and where the staff would order books for you) – a town where the library was another world. When my mom and I first stepped into our new library, we knew that our high standards would absolutely be met. This new library was even better than hometown’s library: the architecture resembled that of a traditional mansion, the inside had nooks and crannies and even a fireplace, and the staff was just as friendly as the staff from my hometown library. I was impressed.
Fast forward four years, and I am still that girl carrying out a tall stack of books, magazines, DVDs – you name it! And now, I am sharing my love for this library with a little girl who I take care of.
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t go to the library. Now, I drive myself to the library when I’m home or walk to the nearest library when I’m in the city- press rewind and go back to many years ago, and my mother was the one in the driver’s seat saying “Let’s go!” There were trips to Border’s Books, but my mom learned early on that she had a daughter who loved to read- and so frequent trips to Border’s and purchasing many books was just not sustainable. Going to our local library, though, to take out a stack of books as tall as my six year old self? That’s sustainable!
My childhood library is located right next to my elementary school, so it was inevitable that on some days there would be a trip to the library after school. This library was one of my favorite places to be in my hometown- I loved exploring the children’s area, and when I became a teen I took to the comfy and tucked away teen’s room. Some days, I’d even venture upstairs and check out the newest DVD’s, or go to the far corner of the library where a wood-paneled room complete with stained glass windows and leather armchairs accompanied the latest issues of every magazine imaginable.
Eventually, we moved away from my hometown. One of the first things on our checklist to see when we moved to our new town: the library (of course!)
I had high library standards, coming from a town where the library had every book I could imagine (and where the staff would order books for you) – a town where the library was another world. When my mom and I first stepped into our new library, we knew that our high standards would absolutely be met. This new library was even better than hometown’s library: the architecture resembled that of a traditional mansion, the inside had nooks and crannies and even a fireplace, and the staff was just as friendly as the staff from my hometown library. I was impressed.
Fast forward four years, and I am still that girl carrying out a tall stack of books, magazines, DVDs – you name it! And now, I am sharing my love for this library with a little girl who I take care of.