One of my favorite things to do, when I was a child, was go to the libraries for story time. I was born into a well-to-do family. My parents struggled to pay the bills, and keep us fed. Dad always tried to come up with fun things for us to do, that didn’t cost anything. Libraries may not be the ideal playground for kids, but it helps to open up a world of fantasy and creativeness, that many children can never imagine. I remember the older lady, who would sit on a small chair, and have all of us children gathered around her. As the air conditioning encircled us, she would weave a spell that included marvelous picture. I could close my eyes and hear the words, and soon I would be lost in the story. We never had air conditioning at home. Mom and dad couldn’t afford to have HVAC, and the drone of the HVAC system, added to the scenario that I played out in my mind. I remember listening to the voice and how she changed her voice to suit the characters, and it was one of the greatest moments of my life. Now that I am grown, I have several children, and I am lucky to have HVAC. I take my own kids to the library, and I still sit, entranced with voice of the storyteller, as she breathes life into the stories, and I listen for the hum of the air conditioner. I get transported back to when I was child, and I can still feel like a child again.