This week’s Booking Through Thursday question is:
Whether you usually read off of your own book pile or from the library shelves NOW, chances are you started off with trips to the library. (There’s no way my parents could otherwise have kept up with my book habit when I was 10.) So … What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?
Rather pathetic story to follow. But it was either answer the question honestly or not at all or completely change the question. I only change the question when I don’t have an answer for the original question, so between answering the question honestly or not at all I chose honestly.
I was about 10 years old…give or take a year. My mom had dropped me off but didn’t realize the library closed at 6pm rather than 9pm. So around 7pm, unable to get ahold of my mom, I was sitting outside of the library sobbing, walking to the stoplight and holding up my arm as if I could will my mom to come get me with determination alone. I was afraid my mom would never come get me, that I’d been abandoned. Finally, somebody pulled over and asked me what was wrong. “I…I…I ddddon’t know where my mmmmom iiiiisss!” *hysterical sobbing* The stranger asked for my phone number and went and called my home (no one had cell phones at this time). My dad came and picked me up, unaware of me waiting and waiting at the library for someone to come get me.
That’s the most that I remember from that night. I guess I didn’t have money to call home.
Other than that, the next memories I have of the library are going there to study, usually with my friend Genet.
Lucky for me I’ll have an opportunity to make new memories when I have my own children.
Am I safe to assume your memories are better than my own?