The library. As a child, I spent a LOT of time at our local library. It was beautiful, cozy, and had the best children’s librarian of all time, Mr. Dixon. The children’s portion of our library was on the bottom level of a wonderful old building. So although it’s not technically underground, it felt that way, which definitely added to appeal of the place.
I would stay for hours, walking along the shelves, trailing my fingers along the spines of all the books that were just calling my name. I can still remember the layout of the categories. Now, as an adult, I work just a few blocks from our beautiful downtown library branch.
It is spacious, full of light, and very modern looking, all very different from the library of my childhood, but the appeal is the same. I visit it at least once a week. And yes, I still trail my fingers along the book spines.
Now it’s your turn– what’s your library like? Do you have “good” library memories from your childhood?