April is National Library Month which brings to mind my very first visit to the library. I must have been around five years old at the time. My mother had heard about story time and brought me to the Yakima, WA library.
It was a huge building constructed of stone; one that Andrew Carnegie had built. Even then I had a creative imagination because I saw myself as a princess walking into a castle.
My mother said that when the librarian handed me a book, I immediately pressed it against my heart and clung to it. From that point forward to this very day I take a book with me every night to bed. The wonderful part of that story is that the librarian who handed me my first book was Beverly Cleary.
Published on April 10, 2015 00:00