Library Minion
I was nine when my Mom decided that we took too many books off of the library shelves. I mean, it wasn’t like we just took them off and left them on the floor. We took them off the shelves, checked them out, read them, then returned them. She decided that we needed to help put the books back on the shelves and thus we got shanghaied volunteered to shelve books. I spent every Friday morning at the library putting the children’s fiction back on the shelves for the next nine or so years.
Libraries are magic. Anyone will tell you this. They are especially magic if you grow up in a small town. My library not only housed books, but it was a safe place to hang out, and did I mention the books? I traveled to a thousand different places, met hundreds of new (fictitious) people all by reading voraciously. I’ve said before that I didn’t grow up intending to be an author. It was never in my purview. I just loved stories. I loved stories so much that I read over 120 books one summer. It has been a pretty easy stretch to go from loving stories to creating stories.
I wouldn’t be here creating stories without my library. I went through the entire children’s section every week and I wondered what it would be like to go into a library and be able to find my books on the shelf. I think it might be really cool… Someday.
