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My Library was My Escape Room
Who was I … anybody I wanted to be
I grew up in a typical small town from the fifties. I wasn’t very good at school work but I always passed each grade. It would be many years later that I would realize that I had a learning disability. Luckily it wasn’t anything to do with reading.
I was a shy young girl that lived a very adventurous life in her head. The teachers would always tell my parents “If she would pay attention and stop her daydreaming she would do so much better.” I didn’t have many friends, just one or two so I had someone to sit with at lunchtime.
I was raised by rather strict parents but I was always aware that they loved me. That allowed me to follow the rules while in their house but as soon as I left I would have the life I wanted.
The Library
We didn’t have a library in our small town until I was about ten or eleven years old. What we had was a bookmobile that worked as a library for our town and several of the neighboring towns as well. This did not work well for giving us a lot of books to choose from. We were at the mercy of the librarian. She was, as I recall, a fusty old lady…
