*My library growing up; It already had magic n' allure when you saw it, but we know where the real magic is.
I struggled with L; I thought of legacy, longing, longevity, etc. Then it hit me, my favorite haunt when I was younger(and I still love to go) is the library. This was my library for 23 yrs, before I moved away. I think back now, how Saturday mornings I would walk up town, get the mail for my Mom and visit the library. I usually needed to find some book for a project, do some research. I spent many hours among the dark, cherry wood shelves. The left side of the building was my favorite, till I became older and then frequented the right. The right side had 2 massive, gorgeous tables and arched book shelves, there was always a working fireplace. I remember the first time I went in; it had this magical pull. I wanted to move in; it wasn't an option, but I vowed I was going to read every book in there. No, it didn't happen, but I did do every summer book reading adventure. Yes, I was a bookworm.
I think back now on people saying to me, I don't get it. Why do you like this place so much? What is not to like, books filled with ideas and stories that can take you away. You can travel, without leaving the comfort of your home, you can solve murders, be inspired, be scared, and fall in love with the written word. I remember I use to have a journal with quotes and sentences; words that spoke to me. I lost it; I hope whoever found it enjoyed it. I also had a few poems in there.
When I came home on and off, I would take my son there and later my daughter. They had expanded; the downstairs was now open. It always existed, more magic, to share books with him. He was five and had just started school. We were home, long enough for him to almost finish two yrs, before we had to move again. Downstairs had long tables, play areas and interesting displays. He loooved to go with me. They also had an elevator, from the top of the library to the bottom. I volunteered there, when I could. Holidays they would have a reading hour, crafts after school, again I found a way to be part of this world. Once I walk in the building; I am transformed to being a child again and finding my way through a sea of inspiration. Words are a world of their own, the language, the love, the longing for connecting to so many through the written word. I fell in love, when I was 9 years young.