One day my father took my brother and I to an iconic Capitol Hill toy store. It is not so much that a specific date is etched into my brain. Rather, all I need to do is close my eye and I am right back to that day. It was the day my Dad told us no toys just books. We could each return home with a book. That is how it all started. Now although I have no idea what book my 6 year old self picked out that day. What I do remember is all the pride I felt knowing that I now owned a book that I had chosen for myself.
As a young child reading was entertaining and fun, especially with parents who made it their mission in life that my brother and I not only read but developed a love of books. Yet and still I recall a time in elementary school where I had outgrown the offering of books available to me at my parochial school library. It was then around fifth grade that I truly began to appreciate my mother’s insistence on frequent trips to the public