I grew up in a household where the local library was a destination. We always looked forward to our weekly visit, not just to get books, but for the time we spent browsing the collec-tion and enjoying the experience. The library was a place of learning. It was a quiet place for self reflection, relaxation, and discovery. Growing up in a household with a tight budget, sometimes it was the only recreation we could afford.
The library taught me several valuable lessons at an early age. I learned about community, and how it could share resources. I learned that information was powerful. Thanks to several talented librarians, I was taught the skills to find answers for myself. I learned the importance of rules, and that they were established for practical reasons and out of respect for the experiences of others. Most of all, I found a place where everyone belonged, old and young.