Remembering libraries

When I was young, my parents had one car, which my father used to drive to work during the week. In the summer, my mother, older sister and I would walk or ride the city bus to get around, and we sometimes would walk to a very small, older branch of the library that was a few blocks from my home. I don't remember it being a very friendly place to visit -- the books were old, the building was small and crowded, the librarian was not very welcoming. But I still loved books anyway. Luckily, my parents bought us books and subscriptions to children's magazines, so we certainly weren't deprived of reading material.

February 8, 2008

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