Skipped summer camp, took a chance, Signed up for work instead. Library doors opened wide— Got a staff badge, felt the nerves in my head. Waking up early—yeah, that was tough, But I wanted to see what I could do. Found my place by the book carts, With a crew that felt brand new. Those were the summers of ‘25! Learned the Dewey codes and how to smile, Helped a grandma find her mystery. Sorted fiction by the mile, Wished for coffee (decaf for me!). Teamwork made the mornings fly— Joked while we shelved, or helped at the desk. Didn’t always get it right, But we all had each other’s backs. Story time on Thursdays, Little kids piled in a crowd. Tried to read with funny voices— Got some giggles, felt so proud! Cleaned up after paper scraps and glue, High-fived my buddy at the end. We learned patience and a trick or two— Made some memories and a friend. Oh, when I clocked in, I was nervous— Didn’t want to get it wrong. But my boss said, “You’re doing great,” And my confidence grew strong. Now I look back, Grateful for every morning spent— ‘Cause working young, I found Out what responsibility meant. Those were the summers of ‘25!
