My earliest memories include books. Sure, my mom read to us. But I mean MEMORIES. Like, the most constant, unwavering memories. When we were young, my mom took us to the library during the summer much like other kids went to camp. We ambled up and down the halls of the library, selecting books with the precision a non-library geek might play a sport or pick a popsicle from the ice cream truck. We loved the library so much that I acutely remember screaming like I’d just seen The Backstreet Boys walk into the room whenever she would ask, “who wants to go to the library?” on those unbearably hot summer mornings. We loved the library THAT much. The simple, free, community library. Looking back, I owe my mama everything for that. For exposing us to entire worlds, for encouraging creativity and curiosity through reading, and most importantly, for pushing us to dream. I will still always believe that the biggest readers are also the biggest dreamers. From the dedicated Booktubers to the occasional reader, this is me giving a nod to all the geeks like me out there, who have lived and loved through books. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
P.s. YES that is a picture frame filler photo (@target
– great frames for the $). I haven’t gotten around to getting my pictures printed, whattaya want from me?!