I grew up in the library. When I was a kid, my mom would constantly take me to our public library. We would always exit with colorful children’s books spilling out of our arms. As a teen, my mother worked across the street from the library, so I would spend my summer vacations basking in books. I found the quietest spots for reading, the public computers that were almost never taken, and knew the names of the nicest librarians. My first date was at a library hosted chess tournament, my high school friends and I would regularly gather in the library’s cafe, and I began volunteering for the library’s used bookstore at the age of sixteen. The library has always held a special place in my heart. It was my second home.