Every time I go to a busy library, I am extremely gratified that libraries evolved with the times and have become such wonderful places where the young and the elderly and everyone in-between can go and find not only fun reading adventure, but also events and media of every sort. When I worked in the library at UCCS, my recollections are of a serious place where humongous dissertations were written, power point presentations were developed, and study rooms were filled with heads being crammed for exams. Public libraries, on the other hand, are filled with every age group and opportunity for more kinds of activities than I have room to narrate. Being a people watcher, when I’m there I love to simply sit and imagine what all is going on. It is fascinating to me. Since my mother doesn’t want to catch a virus (no, I’m not kidding) there is no Internet in her house. The Library isn’t far away and it offers a table and a comfortable chair where I don’t feel obligated to buy an expensive caffeinated drink.
On my most recent trip over the hill (yes I’m old but I’m referring to the Rocky Mountains), I had the good fortune to have lunch with a high school classmate. Over lunch we tried unsuccessfully to catch up on forty years of not seeing each other. That isn’t easy but we want credit for trying. The similarities were astonishing, especially the parts about our families and how we both love to write.
One of the topics we covered was the long dark tunnel of junior high and high school. It isn’t that way for everyone, but it is for a lot of people. I have talked to many men and women who hated the angst of those difficult growing up years. Even though I didn’t hate the total experience, there were a few stand-out moments of awfulness that are imprinted forever in my brain. I suppose that is just what growing up is all about. I would never want to go back though; not that going forward isn’t scary sometimes too. For me, going forward is an adventure, one without raging hormones and I now have enough experience to avoid some of the pitfalls. At least now when I do fall in a hole, I know to look around and see who else is down there with me and then figure out how to help each other out.