{"id":4485,"date":"2013-03-12T05:00:27","date_gmt":"2013-03-12T10:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=4485"},"modified":"2016-09-26T21:38:34","modified_gmt":"2016-09-27T02:38:34","slug":"favorite-places-u-city-public-library","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=4485","title":{"rendered":"Favorite Places: U City Public Library"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8373\/8516527264_54cf2e582d_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0032\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8392\/8516528356_5bc240cd79_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0049\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8226\/8515414205_6fe4fa548a_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0044\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When I was a kid, I was lucky enough to live right across the street from our neighborhood&#8217;s public library. It was an incredibly small and cozy place where my brother and I spent hour upon hour after school. I have very fond memories of sitting cross-legged in a random aisle, absorbed in books, unable to put down one after another. I lost track of time on more than one occasion. And I remember feeling\u00a0<em>greedy\u00a0<\/em>about all the knowledge that was at my fingertips. Shelves of books were like\u00a0<em>gold\u00a0<\/em>to me.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8233\/8516526120_deb07ae6aa_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0021\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8511\/8515412671_ed38c79683_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0024\" \/><\/p>\n<p>And you know what? Nothing has changed. I still feel that sense of awe whenever I enter a library. It&#8217;s like I&#8217;ve hit the jackpot&#8211; all these books, and I can just check them out for free?!!<\/p>\n<p>My boys are exhibiting signs of the love of the public library already. We have a big blue reusable bag that is sturdy enough to accommodate more than 20 books, and it is a struggle to narrow it down to that few sometimes! But the point is, they are becoming lovers of books, and that makes me so happy.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8375\/8515412807_e47767c368_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0025\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8507\/8515413071_8ebc3d7a4e_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0027\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8505\/8515413199_48f0f75abf_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0030\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Our local library is not across the street from our house, but it may as well be. In the warmer months, we walk there with a wagon or stroller, and the children&#8217;s librarians all know us by name. They know what books Milo and Oliver are into, and make recommendations accordingly. It is one sense of community that I cherish in a world that often seems too big for my little guys.<\/p>\n<p>The children&#8217;s area is upstairs, where there are not only rows and rows of books by some pretty awesome authors, but puzzles, games, stuffed animals, a few &#8220;reading bathtubs,&#8221; and a fish tank! It is a destination for us, especially on cold or rainy days.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8244\/8515413553_b5c9b6d069_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0034\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8238\/8516527754_c46d823899_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0038\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We start upstairs in the children&#8217;s area. The boys do puzzles and collect books, and if Emil is up for sitting still, we even get to read a few (usually cuddled up on the giant bear&#8217;s lap). After that, we go on a &#8220;walkabout&#8221; around the library, during which the boys practice their best library voices while exploring the mazes of shelves, sculptures, and interesting nooks and crannies.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8095\/8516527972_c17455de69_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0041\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8392\/8516528512_6878010aff_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0050\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.static.flickr.com\/8241\/8516528774_a84780c0c9_b.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0052\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We end back downstairs, to give the city mascot a smooch or a pat, then check out our books before heading home to devour story after story. The library is a place I hope we always have access to, no matter how internet-based this world becomes.<\/p>\n<p>Do you hang out at your local library? Donate to it? Enjoy it? If not, you should at least check it out. You might be pleasantly surprised!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a kid, I was lucky enough to live right across the street from our neighborhood&#8217;s public library. It was an incredibly small and cozy place where my brother and I spent hour upon hour after school. 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