I revisit my childhood library in dreams. From infancy to 16,1 our family visited every Tuesday night—barring illness or travel. From an early age, my parents released me in the children’s area. I know, unattended small child. But as an intense rules-follower who learned to read at 4, I hope I didn’t cause much stress for the library’s workers, all of whom I soon knew by name. The children’s room was a site of many happy memories and engaging stories. I can also recall four distinct...
