My mother worked at the library when I was young. She often would work at the Children's desk which was in the basement. I would drift down there on a boring Saturday and browse. All around me would be books. I didn't necessarily stray too far from the authors I knew and liked, but I remember being surrounded by the enormity of so many from which to choose.
I guess you never realize which time will be your last time of something... I don't remember which was my last time of visiting my mom in the library and picking out a book from the Children's desk. I don't remember what I checked out or if I liked it. Still, I will always have a fond memory for books, and I still hold them close to my heart. Perhaps I am nobody, but as I read my book tonight, I will be a happy nobody.
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My mother worked at the library when I was young. She often would work at the Children's desk which was in the basement. I would drift down there on a boring Saturday and browse. All around me would be books. I didn't necessarily stray too far from the authors I knew and liked, but I remember being surrounded by the enormity of so many from which to choose.
I guess you never realize which time will be your last time of something... I don't remember which was my last time of visiting my mom in the library and picking out a book from the Children's desk. I don't remember what I checked out or if I liked it. Still, I will always have a fond memory for books, and I still hold them close to my heart. Perhaps I am nobody, but as I read my book tonight, I will be a happy nobody.
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