My family didn’t have a lot of money, so we didn’t buy a lot of new books there, but it was a thrill just to be there and look around. In any case, I do remember that prior to puberty, trips to the mall were exciting for two reasons: first, because I could climb up and sit in the conversion vans in the car dealership that was actually in our mall and second, we got to go to Walden Books. I don’t think that was entirely true, I mean, my Dad read books too. My Mom sits on the couch all day and reads love stories. On one of the pages it asks what my parents do during the day while I’m at school. Recently I found a crayon drawing and questionnaire book I made when I was in elementary school. I don’t know if this is my parents’ fault or not.
