I love when I’m asked how I came to be a writer. I usually say something about reading a book and thinking, hey I can do that, too. But the truth is, I’ve wanted to write a book since I was a kid. I’ve loved to read since I was four. When I was a kid, my mother insisted we go to the library. For me, it was a treat. We went there because we’d been good or whatever, but I loved getting lost in the books.
The library in the town I grew up has changed since I was small, but when I was a kid, the building was kind of old already. It had this mildly scary winding staircase where you couldn’t always see who was coming and couldn’t always pass around each other, but that staircase opened up to the children’s section and I loved it. The circulation desk was this fantastic round counter. Seemed like the whole middle of the room was this counter. And over the counter? There was this gigantic (Well, it looked huge when I was a kid) stained glass window. I can’t tell you what the image was in the glass, but I remember spending hours staring at it.
I used to participate in every Summer Reading program the library had. As soon as I knew it was time, I signed right up. I loved to read and to get rewarded for it? Yes, please. I remember reading the Babysitters Club books and creating a diorama about one of the books. Totally self directed. I thought, okay, there’s this contest, I’m doing it. I don’t even think I told my mother. I just did it. The funniest part was, I’d done it because I wanted to ‘earn rewards’. That’s it. I loved the book wanted to get something out of it. I won. The project I did on the quiet got me on TV on the local channel. It wasn’t the greatest little program and I think I got scared into not saying much, but still. I got to have that experience because of my library. How cool is that?
So I ask you…what’s your fondest memory of the library? It’s national library week. Join in and share your story!