I remember coming to this library in Bakersfield, when I was younger, a handful of times. From all those times the memory that I had was of this enormous library. A sea of books, and so little time to read them. Of course in comparison to my high school library, it was bigger.
Going back to this library, I notice how much my imagination exagerated in regards to its size. The number of books seemed to decreased and I find myself a bit annoyed when it doesn’t have the books I need. Yet the books I used to read, the Spanish books of fiction and poetry, those are still there. This brings hapiness of a childhood pasttime I yearn for: reading for fun.