Thursday, August 04, 2005
From age seven to ten I lived with my parents in a farmhouse, in the middle of the meadows, a quarter mile from "Volks Hogeschool Allardsoog". The white building with the red tiled roof housed the center for continued education, as well as a library. I visited the center twice a week. The library was my home away from home. I made friends with the librarian, and one time she invited my mother and me over for tea at her father's farmhouse. I always went home with a pile of books. After finishing all items in the children's collection, I moved on, supposedly borrowing books for my father. One time I slipped, and reported on a novel to the librarian. She called my mother, told her that I was too young to read adult books, and forbade me to move beyond the children's section.