
Some of my favorite childhood memories have to do with books. In the summer I would bike ride several miles to the library. Not many people my age, including my own brothers and sisters, wanted to be at the library in the summer. In the dim and cool bowels of the library I could feel the books. They would quiver as I walked up and down the aisles running my fingers along the spines and I could hear them calling "read me, read me." There is something about a library that has such a comforting feel and smell. I feel nostalgic now when I visit our little local library and I’m thrilled that my daughter takes her young son to the library.
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