What the Library Means to Me

“Before my school days, my mother would often take me to the library. She thought it was the best place to enhance my reading skills because of the serene environment. We would get a handful of books, sit down, and attempt to read them aloud together.”

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The Bronx Library Center, my local library, was a place where I and my mother could sit down and learn. It is my second home. It’s a place where one could involve themselves in their community, by attending community events, etc. Of which my mother realized, so she would bring me here, very often, as a means for me to get involved. I remember going to the library and browsing the shelves in the young adult section. Finding the next book, I was yearning to read. However, reading wasn’t the only thing I did there. I always did try to have some fun adventures, and so I wasn’t the best behaved. But as time passed, I learned my lessons and matured, as did my preference for books. This library is a place of growth for me. And now, the library has become a social gathering hub for my friends and me. We come together and find fun activities to do around the area, or join in on events taking place at the library. It’s a place where anyone could become part of a community, bringing people from all over together. And due to this, I knew I wanted to play a more significant role in this community of mine, so during my junior year of high school, I started volunteering. This lasted for a year and a half, and it started as something I was required to do for school, as a way of community service.  But, soon that mindset changed. And it became a passion of mine trying to help others any way I could. With this new mindset and my experience there volunteering, it led to me having a job there. Of which now I could do what I was already doing, but with that extra cash on the side. And well, that is where I am today.