In 1968 (or so), my family moved across the street from the San Francisco Richmond Branch Library, and though we lived in a tiny run-down house at the time, this was our view:
As a six year old – I viewed this as a fantasy castle, a virtual palace full of secrets just waiting to be discovered.
My mother took me in and got me a card to this magical place. I believe it to be the first defining moment of my life, when I put my little feet on the path up to the door, walked inside, and thus began my great love of the written word.
The smell of books, the hushed silence, that pause and quick inhale of breath I took before opening a hard cover, and knowing, just knowing – I was off on another adventure. I simply had to choose one.
For a young girl…
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