The back corner of the store was what we called the “kid area.” It had everything a kid could ever need: a small table that had drawers full of Legos, storybook Bibles, toys (in their boxes still, but very accessible if you had a pair of scissors), DVDs of all my favorite shows, and most importantly so many books. I would sit and read at the little table, taking books off the shelf and making sure their contents were good enough for our customers. I started writing “Maggie approved” in the back of the books I read so any customer who picked it up would know it was good, which made my mom very angry. She said no one would want to buy the books if I had written in them. My nana told me the opposite. She said they would be worth money one day if I became famous. I never did become famous, but my nana still has those books just in case.
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