Our own special place.

I was about 4 years old when I first remember going to the library with my Mum. The library in the Martlets Hall, Burgess Hill was still very new and I remember looking up and seeing the glass domes in the ceiling. These were especially exciting when it rained or during a thunderstorm.

My sister and I would always head for the children's section and climb the three steps up to the raised area and sit on the little wooden stools with the woven tops. It was like our own little world surrounded by the reassuring hug of well stocked bookcases. The stools came in various heights and I remember, over the years, going from one to the next, and the next until finally, I had outgrown them all.

I am eternally grateful to my Mum for introducing me to the library. I have always loved books and reading. There is nothing like opening a book, smelling the ink and the paper and pausing for a second before diving in to a whole new world of possibilities.