no, silly, not that first time (blushes)…the first time i went to the library! after all, it is library lovers month, you know.
oh – you didn’t know? well, go here to read more about it.
now, back to my first time at the library. picture me, a tiny three year old holding tightly to my mother’s hand, walking just across the street from my house (imagine that!) and through the double doors of a tall building whose front was covered with the most interesting stones. for a moment, i was so taken with the different shapes and sizes of the rocks fronting the building that i nearly didn’t realize the heavenly sight before me.
shelf after shelf of them, arrayed before me on both sides of the room.
and the scent!
even at three, i was no stranger to books. no indeed – my mother and grandmother were wise women, and had been reading to me since i could hold my head up. by the age of two, i already had preferred reading material…Heidi, and the latest edition of Look magazine, which my grandfather would buy for me each week.
but to see all those books in one place, and then to be told i could take as many home with me as i wanted….
i was in heaven.
when i was six, we moved to another city, and the library was no longer just across the street. but i managed to coerce someone into driving me there at least once each week, and i’d come out with my arms full of books, a ridiculous sloppy grin on my face.
and imagine my delight when i started elementary school and discovered there was another library right inside the school building! my teachers allowed me to spend free time helping the librarian, who taught me the Dewey Decimal System before i could even add or subtract.
fortunately, i’ve always had the ability to buy books of my very own. yet, there is something so magical about being allowed to borrow any book i want – it frees me to try reading about all sorts of strange and peculiar things, to search out new authors buried like treasure in the stacks. libraries are such gifts, huge storehouses of knowledge and information and wonderful stories waiting to be discovered.
and all there for the taking.
oh yes, that first visit to the library was the beginning of an everlasting love for me.
now tell me…do you remember your first time?