Childhood

From the first time my mom brought me and my sister as kids to our local library (Nepean Centrepointe) I knew I’d found something special and very important to me. As a kid that found it very hard to fit in at school I escaped into books and still do as an adult. Every week I would borrow multiple books and beg my mom to go back a few days later when I’d finished them to get more. Once I was old enough to go myself I would hop on my bike most days and almost every day during the summer to go to the library to find my next reads. Years later, I was so excited when I got my own library card, I’d log onto the website almost every day to check my holds, resulting in quickly memorizing its 14 digits. At some point though life took too much of my time and I found myself not being able to read or go to the library as much anymore, a decade later I felt something was missing from my life and started to reflect back to those special childhood memories and I decided to renew my old childhood library card. I was really nervous I wouldn’t be able to keep it and have to get a new updated one but I was so happy that I could still use the same one, after all I still know its number by heart.