Yesterday I wrote about learning Roman numerals. This memory reminded of a sixth grade project where each student was to collect certain things about themselves & tell their story on a poster board. Not long beforehand my family was all together at the local library selecting another round of books to check out. I'd remembered, just weeks prior, seeing in my brother's book stack, one that intrigued me. He & I didn't tend to select the same types of books, even at that age, so this was rather odd. As I'd remembered that he'd returned the library book, I began canvasing for it. Problem was, I didn't remember all of its title & only sort of recalled the book's cover. Being a brother & at "that age", when I asked him for the book's details, he wasn't exactly helpful. I'd requested the librarian's assistance too; they were running queries to no avail. Eventually Mom was pulled into the mix as we'd be leaving the library soon for the day & I'd been getting nowhere on said search.
Mom directly asked him & that's when my brother had to be a bit more mature & share what he remembered about the book. He gave the librarian the book's title & suddenly the book was able to get pulled from the rack for my checkout stack.
Yes, the book became more memorable than all of this. While in the sixth grade, when this poster board project was assigned to me, it only made sense to give due credit to that book, which I found to be a really good book. Good enough to list it as my "favorite book".
Most students' poster boards were only showcased for one week. Due to a glitch in our teacher's schedule, mine remained on display a bit longer, which also covered our class open house. I also recall feeling a little extra special that, out of all the students in our classroom, my assignment was the one which got to be exhibited for more than just my classmates.
And since that time in the sixth grade I've come to read numerous books I'd list as my "favorite book" on a list "All About Me".
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