By Tegan M.
Some of my very first memories involve the library. I grew up in a rural town on a small farm. My mother was/is an avid reader and we visited the library nearly once a week. There were small carved figurines, statues, paintings and so many books my little brain couldn’t comprehend where to go first. I would sit at the end of the aisle my mother was browsing in and flip through picture books. I never had much of a connection with my mom, except for our shared love of books. I think if it wasn’t for that, we wouldn’t have the relationship we have today.