By Jill Q.
My hometown was a small one, about 2000 people. Our town library was hence a small one, but it was always where kids went after school to do homework, get a book, or just hang around, maybe get some candy at the village store on the way.
I was no exception to this when I was younger. Our library was a short walk from our elementary and middle school, back when walking was no big deal. My parents both worked and since we got out earlier than my mom’s job was done, I walked to the library every day after school to wait for her to pick me up. It became a big part of my day…I would read, get as much HW done as possible, or have my after-school snack there. I even tried reading the newspapers there when I finished all my other work (granted, I was 8 or 9 at the time, so it would get boring. Other days, I would just explore. I found out I loved reading mysteries because I would just walk through the shelves and found books based on spines that looked interesting. I must have picked up dozens of books that way growing up.
It was only a couple of hours of my day, but when I would wait for my mother to come get me, it was one of the best ways to spend an afternoon during my childhood. I still think fondly back on that library, that walk to school, even the table I always worked at. Whenever I think of home, my town library is always there too.