The
library for some people is a sanctuary from the real world. It is also a
knowledge bank that never runs out. I used to frequent my school library back
when I had just entered secondary school because I was so fascinated by the
collection of books on planets as well as to catch up on humorous anecdotes of
Garfield’s life.
But
one fine day, The Librarian called me over to her reception desk. I can still
vividly recall the wrath that was painted all over her face as I approached
with heavy steps. Afterwards, she requested to check my library account only to
find out that I had overdue fines. I was so confused because the fines were
related to books that I was quite certain I did not borrow. My confusion soon
aggravated into vexation as we started quarreling. Expectedly, The Librarian
had it her way.
From
that day on, I had been avoiding The Librarian and the library altogether. It
was tragic because consequently during my succeeding adolescent years I did not
manage to cultivate reading as a hobby. Although the incident might have seemed
minute, I felt that it was somehow an influence of disproportionate magnitude
towards my attitude on reading thereafter.
But
things are different now. I am glad that I have begun to read more often again
ever since the days in the army when time was really abundant.
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