My Evolution In a Library

Ahhh! The smell of books; I recognize it the second we enter. Maybe I lived a life before this life? We get my first library card. Shhhhh! I jump a foot. The crone of a librarian winks at me. I am not the ones she is shushing. Teenagers glare at her. She begins clomping toward them. Her heels are heavy. Each clang sounds like the bang of a judge’s gavel. She orders them out, and they are glad to go. Not wanting to do research anyway. I do not know this until years later When I become a teenager For now I am happy to look at a book about fishes.