By Melissa U.
When I was little, going to the library was the greatest adventure. I could choose any book I wanted, and often chose so many that I couldn’t carry them all to the front desk. As the librarian stamped each little blue card, the books became “mine” for a while. The librarian knew us all by name, and often suggested books that she thought I might enjoy. As soon as my siblings and I all tumbled into the car to go home, I immediately started reading. Even the winding road back to the family farm couldn’t stop me from going to places that only books could take me.