As a child, I vividly remember the magic of libraries. I loved everything about it: the smell, the quiet, the research, and the shelves upon shelves of books. It was the place for my creativity, where my imagination and curiosity found a welcome home. The librarians were magical guardians of knowledge, and they were my heroes.
This love of libraries did not fade as I grew up. The books and research got more complex as my life got more complex. Regardless, a library was my special place. My undergraduate studies began with education. As I narrowed my focus in educational studies, I always felt drawn to literature. It did not really matter what kind of literature either: juvenile, young adult, adult, classic, poetry, or non-fiction. I soon found my path altered from the classroom to the library setting. Libraries fulfil my need for structure and organisation while fostering creativity and imagination all a the same time.