When we moved back to Los Fresnos, my mom would take my brother and I to the library in the summer at the beginning of my sixth grade year. I remember the first time my mother took my brother and I to the library. The long rows of bookshelves were a true sight to behold. In that instant, it was as if my mom read my mind. “Now, let’s go get you two your first library card.” As we made our way to the front desk, I was in awe of all the different kinds of books that it simply boggled my mind. Books about pirates hunting down long lost treasures, princesses being kidnapped only to be rescued by her prince, juicy crime mysteries and the list seemed to go on and on. I returned my focus to my mother in front of me, filling out the required documents
