My local library
When I was at primary school, we’d sometimes walk round the back of the carpark, up the back road and to my local library. It was a treat – a special day. We’d sing “the wheels on the bus go round and round” (endlessly) and get to choose a couple of books each to read, and maybe a book to borrow, and some kids would huddle in groups comparing pictures, and others would sit on squishy bags in corners and read until it was time to go. Then I started violin lessons (I was crap) and would get to visit,…