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When I was a little girl, my mom was the head librarian at our small town library. While my older brother would go off to school, I would go to the library and play under my mother’s desk or in the stacks, or at the amazing tables that were just my size. I also loved “helping” which involved me being more in the way, I’m sure, but mom and the other librarians always let me feel like I was part of things.
As I grew up, mom quit working, but the library was still a huge part of my life. I would jump on my bike and wander through the stacks looking for books that looked interesting and then fill my bike basket full of books that I would read and exchange in under a week. When we came to Colorado to visit family on the farm, we would go to the bookmobile and check out a big box of books to keep us busy when we weren’t helping move pipe or feed the calves. In high school, I still loved the library and would wander the stacks (this time the adult fiction) looking for books to transport me to new worlds, but it also became a place where I could sit for hours and find all I needed to become an “expert” to write that dratted research paper.
After college, I started buying more and more books rather than frequenting the library. However, in the last few years, I’ve returned to the joy of libraries. While I don’t have the time to browse through the stacks as I once did, I do almost always have something checked out from the library and have, for the last few years, been an active part of my library’s adult reading program.
I am so grateful for libraries and the education and entertainment they offer for so little, and each time I read a book from the library, I can’t help but think about the stories and circumstances of the other readings of the book.