7/7 Mini-Lesson Monday, Week 1 of Teacher's Write...
summer library trip
padded feet down the ramp
the squeak of the standard issue library step stool
small fingers pushing the keys of the keyboard, one-finger-at-a-time
faded Berber carpet playing summer's anthem of flip flops smacking against the soles of bare feet
ticking clock, harried mothers, hands on hips...Mom? Mom! Mom.
summer reading tickets clenched in fists, eager children gazing that wall of "junk drawer" prizes
VHS boxes mixed amongst DVDs and books on CD, old and new coming together like the grandmom tenderly sharing a book with her grandbaby
plastic bucket seats and worn out cushions
make shift book bags hung over shoulders, ready to be filled until they are too heavy to carry
musty and stale, the air smells of books and my childhood
My 8 year old girl sits, face in a book, alongside the play table of Thomas trains and tracks as pudgy hands dig for the perfect one to zoom around, she pushes all the clanking of wheels, the squeals, the grandmom reading to her grandbaby, the clock ticking and she reads and she reads and she reads