As a book lover, going to library was a favorite pastime for me as a kid. We would go almost weekly, and I made some great memories doing so.
I remember when I was maybe around ten years old, my mom would drop me and my two older siblings off at the local library. It was small, but we’d spend over an hour there, perusing the books, while she ran errands. I loved seeing what was new and grabbing the next book in a series. All the librarians there knew my mom, so they would chat with us when we checked out. I would meet up with my sister and brother at the front, and we’d sit in the vestibule, waiting for my mom to pick us up. We’d compare our finds, and then sometimes we’d chat, and sometimes we’d just sit there and read. I loved spending time with the books and spending time with my older siblings.
Fast-forward several years, I was able to drive to the library myself, and we had moved to a city with a much bigger library that had multiple wings and floors. It was incredible to me. I’d take my two younger brothers with me, and we’d divide and conquer. Unlike with my older siblings, my brothers and I like the same genre, so we’d share nearly all the books we checked out.
I remember going to the teen fiction wing. I’d go to the request computer to request that the library buy a new book that had just come out, and the brother closest to me in age would race to the catalog computers to place holds on the books we were waiting to read. Then we’d just look at the books, choosing at least ten to take home with us (each!). We’d run into each other often as we walked up and down the aisles, and we’d excitedly show each other the new discoveries we’d made.
After we’d made our selections, we’d go to the junior fiction to meet up with my other brother. As a self-conscious sixteen-year-old, I would have felt strange going to the junior fiction section by myself, but with my ten-year-old brother at my side, I could act like I was just keeping an on him (and maybe surreptitiously snag a few more books).
Then we’d all walk down to the front desk together, toting our piles of books (seriously, I don’t know why we didn’t bring a book bag). Again, I loved the books, but a big part of why I enjoyed the library trips was the chance to spend time with my family, sharing something we all loved.
Now, as a mother, I’ve taken my own son to our local library. He’s a little too young to be very excited by it yet, but I’m looking forward to making some more great memories with my family.
What memories from the library do you have? Let me know in the comments below!