Mr. Brown

When I was in second grade my mother took me to a psychologist named Mr. Brown to see if her divorce was what was upsetting me in school. I had to go every week. I sat in the room and looked around. There was a wall of books. This doctor didn't have toys, he was an adult psychologist but there was this huge wall of books. Each week I would sit and stare at the books and tell him which book he moved to which spot from the previous week.