I had no idea about libraries when I first stepped into one, at the ripe age of 1. My mother tells me that I was excited for story time (though not yet foreseeing my addiction for the books that would come to define my childhood). During the summers of my elementary school years, my arms would ache from the timeless, biweekly tradition of carrying as many books as I could without falling over. But then my library visits became few and far between, what with the Internet, assigned school projects, and worrying about high school. All of a sudden, I was too old for my local library, with its fully devoured children's section.