![]() ![]() I was missing my second home that was my local library. During these days as a boy I watched my parents literally tear themselves apart and on occasions we were moved to London. So I was from this moment I was hooked and books and reading and they have played a very important role in my life for many reasons and this library in Wallasey close to my home became more or less my second home. But home was not a very welcoming place to be. There were times after school I had to be reminded that it was time to go home. I took books home and read by torchlight under blankets when I should have been sleeping. It was my key to knowledge beyond my wildest of dreams. When I had my very first library card it was my cherished possession. I recall every time I entered the library the aroma of books hit you and I was hooked. My local library was a very special place for me. In those days during the 1970’s we never had computers and the internet was not invented so a lot of my time was spent sat in a library researching for homework or just for reading. My local library was a place of learning and a place of wonder. I grew up in Wallasey which is on the Wirral. I will be 54 in a months’ time and I have been recalling my younger days in my local library. But what does a library actually mean to each of us? ![]() What does a library mean to you? Over the last few years we have seen local authorities use austerity as a measure to force the closure of hundreds of local libraries. ![]()
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