One of my fondest childhood memories is going to my hometowns Public Library every Saturday with my favourite Aunt. I can still hear the huge Grandfather clock that graced the front lobby and the smell the scent of the wooden tables and chairs in the children's section of the library. I would lovingly choose my books and proudly offer the librarian my card to sign out my selections for the week. To this day I love libraries and bookstores and can lose myself in a good book for hours. Thank you Aunt Shula you made me the reader I am today.
91st New Brunswick