My nerd out moment is not about meeting anyone famous or notable. I really am not the type of person to worship another person whether they be actors, royalty, athletes or authors. I certainly appreciate them, their talents, hard work and will most likely make an effort to meet and create memories with those who had impact on my life but I don’t consider that a nerd out moment for me.
Before I go ahead and tell you about my biggest bookish nerd out moment you must have some background. After all, as in any story, a narrative without appropriate context lacks relationship to proper events.
As a boy, I lived in an Israeli Kibbutz. During that time all the children were collected and raised together in a common home called “beit yeladim” (literally”childrens’ home). We saw our parents a few hours a day but spent most of the day with our care takes and together. While it seems strange to those who didn’t experience it, heck it seems strange to me and I was part of it, back then we did not know any other way of being. As a parent today I could not imagine such an arrangement and I’m not the only one since most of the kibbutzim in Israel did away with this antiquated system.
As you might imagine, growing up in the same home with 20 other children (many of them are still friends today), sharing your room with at least four, gives you very little private time and I turned into reading. In fact, I read so much I read through all the books I was interested in which inhibited the library. At that point I was taking out encyclopedias just so I could read something.
When my mother heard that she suggested that I’ll go with her to the adult library which was opened a few nights a week. You must understand that this was a special treat as I did not have to in bed with “eyes shut and face to the wall” by eight o’clock, but got to go, with my mom no less, to pick up a few books at the library that, as far as I know, no other kid has visited.
When I entered the library I was in heaven, small by today’s standards but huge to my eyes, a truge bookish nerd out. The only kid there among the adults and not only that but a one who “read every book in the childrens’ library”. The first book I took was Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott which I’m currently re-reading and am glad to say that it is as good now as I remembered it.
Zohar – Man of la Book