(If you sense an animal theme, I’m guilty as charged.)The library visits sparked wonder and imagination – and were only made possible by a parent who could take us.
It’s how I met the venerable Clifford, Arthur, and Berenstain Bears. But the real joy – and first taste of independence – came afterward when our mom would let us wander the aisles choosing new books to check out. What I do remember are regular trips to the public library in Merrillville, Indiana, with my mom and twin sister.We’d enter the book fortress and make a beeline for the children’s floor upstairs. I grew up in the era of Toys R Us, when Geoffrey the Giraffe beckoned kids from across the parking lot or through the television screen to a wonderland that seemed to offer every toy imaginable. Yet, other than a vague recollection of toy-filled aisles, I have no specific memory attached to that store.
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