Tuesday, June 12, 2012

My Childhood Memory of the Library (17th in a series)

When I was four years old, we lived in Princeton, New Jersey while my dad was at the Seminary.  I went to a preschool on campus a few hours a week, and it was there I had my first library experience.  My wonderful teacher, Mrs. Potter, would make a big production out of having us pretend to lock our lips with a key and throw it away.  Only then did we get to march single file behind her across campus to what was either a very small town library or a campus library for children (I can’t remember which for sure).  I do remember those lips didn’t get unlocked until we got back to our classroom, though!

That's my childhood memory of the library...what's yours?