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?

My Childhood Memory of the Library (16th in a series)

Being an avid reader at a young age, I liked going to the library and getting books that most thought were beyond my reading level.  This made me feel self confident and led to my becoming a good student.  I enjoyed reading biographies of famous people.  This led to my interest in history, which I still have today.  Before I went to high school, I spent most of my Sundays at the library because everything else in town was closed.  I was never bored on Sunday afternoons like all my friends.

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

My Childhood Memory of the Library (15th in a series)

My mother used to take me to the Ida Williams Branch of the Fulton County Library when I was little.  It seemed like a big place and when you walked in the front door, they had the air conditioning vent on the floor just inside the door.  I used to love standing there on hot days (we didn’t have air conditioning at home).  It was always very quiet there.  And there was a barbecue place nearby so you could smell the yummy BBQ.

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