An old library from the past?
Recently Dear Eldest Grand-daughter celebrated her 14th Birthday. She and I had a lovely day of shopping and lunching and visiting the Library.
She is an avid reader, author, actress and musician and wanted to collect some CD's that she had on hold at the Library. She has been trying to talk me into joining the Library for some time now. I timidly walked in and it was full of happy people, some chatting, some reading, some looking up information on the computer. I soon began to relax and she showed me round and taught me how to use the computer reference. She explained to me that the reference Library was upstairs and things were quieter there, so people could study.
To many people visiting the Library is a common occurrence. Not to me! I now realise that have had a phobia of Libraries since I was very young!!
My earliest memory of a library is an ugly place at the back of our local Hall in the small town where I grew up. I can vaguely remember my Mum and I walking there (we didn't have a car) and she would spend hours (well it seemed like hours) choosing books. I can just remember lots of high shelves lined with dark, ugly books and a place where there were few people and no-one was allowed to speak out loud. Everything was in whispers. Nothing sinister happened to me there, but I hated the place!
Some years later a more modern library was set up in a small brick building in the corner of our local park. Mum and I still walked there. There was a tiny section of children's books - I had no interest in them. My Mum was an avid reader. She absolutely "ate" books. I just wanted to get out of there!
Our school library also did nothing to inspire me. My college library contained study rooms where we could go in small groups and "study" (well chat and giggle mainly).
When I read books now, I do so very quickly. Reading is not really an enjoyment to me. It is something that is done as quickly as possible for a purpose. Don't get me wrong - I like to read a well written book - I just read hundreds of pages in a day.
Isn't it strange how episodes from our childhood can have so much impact on our lives?!! Now I have finally faced my fear, I may just join the Library!