Storytime: The Next Generation

On her days off from work as a nurse, my mother would always take me somewhere fun. On nice days, we would go to Raystown swimming or we would go to the local park to swing on the swings and walk on the little walking trails. When the weather was inclement or when it was too cold to swim, we would go and feed the ducks at Colerain Park, or we would go to the library.

I loved going to the library. Not only were there books, which I adored even then, but there was a magical thing that happened in a brightly painted room in the basement: storytime. I would join the other kids on the “magic...