Name and Date

[Erica]

Thursdays were library days. I can still smell the old books and the cup of mismatched pencils on her desk, all just sharpened. One at a time, we would file through the doorway into a maze of bookshelves. I always took the longest to pick a book, I was never good with decisions but I always ended up with the same kind, a book with a pretty cover. My favourite part wasn't being alone and surrounded by books, or picking out one book to keep safe for a while or even being able to read the book I wanted. No, it was picking one of those newly sharpened mismatched pencils and writing my name on the card; slowly drawing each letter in my neatest penmanship, knowing the signature would be permanent and maybe someday someone else would see it and wonder who I was.

[Matthew Hickerson]

I remember the walls of books, the little nooks and corners with the small bean bag chairs, and most of all, those little cards tucked into their pouches glued to the inside cover of each book. It was nice to see so many other kids finding Waldo.

[Dude A Bydes]

It was exactly like that for me too... except I wrote Tommy Briggs name on the book so I could steal it. (a mortal sin replayed in my mind--and my mother was a librarian, gulp!) Nice work, Erica! -Dude

[Erin Cole]

Excellent!
I thought everyone had forgotten about those days, checking out library books with handwritten cards on the inside cover, and strangely, you described almost everything as I remembered it.

[Erica]

wow, haha thanks so much =)

[Robert McEvily]

I really really really love this. Home run, Erica - right on the nose.