I had written this long entry, and deleted it. I did it because I didn't like the direction it was going.. kinda dark and too wordy. So here goes my last attempt at something interesting:I miss the simple pleasures I yearned for every week when I was growing up. Every 2 weeks, on a Saturday, my dad would drive my sister and I to the library nearby to check out books. OH GOD that was so exciting to me. Around noon on "library days" I would anxiously remind my dad to not forget to drive us. There, I would spend a good 30 min searching for books that were seen on "Reading Rainbow", my class's "Show and Tell", or anything from the Babysitters Club series. If I happened upon a brand new book... oh that was the jackpot. It gave me a thrill to know I was probably one of the first readers to touch that book haha. I treated every book like it was my own; careful to not crease the cover or bend the pages. I was a bookworm to the core. I thought being a librarian was one of the best jobs in the world next to president, astronaut, and doctor.
The last time I stepped into a public library was over two years ago, and it was to check out a book I didn't want to personally purchase from the UCSD bookstore for a class. Nowadays, I equate libraries to torture zones meant for studying and having to endure the annoying sounds of fobby Asian kids as they loudly chitchat in Korean or Chinese. I'll admit it's been a while since I've set aside time to just enjoy reading, especially since I've only recently done that for Harry Potter & Twilight. Not very age-appropriate I guess haha. The great thing about no longer being in school, is having time to get reacquainted with an old love. Like I said before, I have this goal of remembering my childhood dreams and not letting them die. Maybe more people will smile or be less grumpy if they tried this, too.
