26th
Childhood Memory
It’s miracle I still love libraries. When I was 6 years old and got my first library card, I took my next door neighbor (he was a non-reading 5 year old) to pick up some picture-heavy, non-chapter-book books from the library.
We hurried into the library, huddled in the back Children’s Section and after a good 15-20 minutes took our Asterix or Suske en Wiske books to the counter to check them out.
It took us a good 10 minutes of waiting and looking around the building to figure out that we were the only ones in the building, that the door was locked, and that everyone had gone home for the day. We were about to spend the night in the library!
We panicked, cried a little and then I climbed on top of the bookshelves under the (very high) windows and managed to open one. We might have broken a leg or two jumping out if a person walking by hadn’t noticed two little boys hanging 9 feet above the ground from the window. She caught us and we had to leave our books in the library that day.
