I sign up for a sewing class, where I learn how to hand-sew and use a machine.
My parents suggest I take a class at an afterschool program called “Levels” in the basement of the library. My sister also begins a Calvin and Hobbes obsession.ġ4 Years Old: In 7th grade, I still haven’t found my niche yet. I come home after school everyday to study the anthology, almost memorizing the comics. We read them week after week and renew them continuously, infatuated. My sister and I check out every Peanuts anthology book that the library has. Ramona the Pest.ġ0 Years Old: I discover who Charles Schutlz is.
The names of my literary childhood friends are etched into my mind: Cam Jansen. At that age, I had never been more proud of myself. Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?ĩ Years Old: I go to the library once a week to submit my summer reading books. My sister and I spend hours upon hours playing games on these machines. I log onto the PC with my library card number, which I memorized only days after receiving it. We don’t have a computer at home in 2004, so I insist we go to the library. I make my father stay with me as I carry too many books for my 5-year-old body, lay them on the ground, and read with him in a beanbag chair for the afternoon.ħ Years Old: I hear about the many marvels of a computer. A ginormous stuffed giraffe eyes my every move. I wander under the wooden archway and run around the aisles of plastic-covered picture books. My first memories are in the Great Neck library, where the children’s section was adjacent to the front desk. 5 Years Old: My father brings me to the library once a week to check out books and movies for himself.
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