It's not a particular memory, but my favorite memories are when my granny would pick my little sister and I up every Wednesday when she was in the state. She'd bring us for ice cream at Dairy Queen then take us to the library, she's the one that started my love for the library and I thank her for that. She was a good woman and a great granny.
When I was growing up we didn't really have a public library. It was one of those situations where it was only open two days a week for maybe three hours at a time and it was far from my house, but I have a lot of great memories of the school library. I swear I read almost every book they had. I remember going there over and over again and combing through every single book from A-Z looking for my next read.
There are a lot. It's hard to name just one.
But off the top of my head, among them would probably be the moment when I was casually skimming through a volume of an encyclopaedia reading up on precious metals. I learnt that gold is so malleable that 28.35 gm of it can be hammered into a sheet spanning 9.3 sq. metres. Or that the same quantity could be drawn out into a wire roughly 80 km long, and gold isn't even the most ductile metal there is! Totally blew my mind.
Others would be the times I read up anything at all about astronomy. I've been fascinated by it since my childhood.
