Maybe it is because I have such fond memories of storytime. Now my mother read out loud to me, but there is something magical about your teacher reading to you. I can still remember my first elementary library.
It was dark with tall shelves and the books were all magical. That memory is still the ideal for a reading spot. I've always wanted to go back to that school and see what the library really looks like. It was 27 years ago that I went to kindergarten, has that memory been glorified? I am sure it has.
This is the entry of my school. I went there from K through 3rd.



