So I wasn’t going to do Booking Through Thursday because I feel like I’ve answered this week’s question ad nauseum. But now it seems like everyone and their mother is doing this meme and I’m feeling all sorts of left out and really I love my “first memory of a library” story a lot – it is pretty good, at least I think so. So I’ll be brief and actually just quote another post in which I answered this and move on (cause if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, am I right?), but at least anyone who doesn’t know how gullible I am can enjoy this short story. So here is my earliest memory of going to the library:
I don’t know exactly when or why I decided that I LOVED reading, but I know my grandmother and my father always encouraged it – my grandma loved to take me to the library or our local bookstore when I was visiting her and I remember one of the first times we went to the library together, I asked her how many books I could get – and there was no limit, but somehow she felt I wouldn’t understand that so she made up a really big number, that I couldn’t possibly want more than – 17 I think. So I was holding something like 8 books and said, “Oh good, I can get 9 more” and the librarian’s jaw dropped because apparently that was really impressive math for a kid my age (I was reading picture books then). And then I went back and got the other 9 books, which surprised my grandma, too. The really impressive thing is I’m sure I read all 17 books and went back within a week for 17 more. It wasn’t until a LONG time later, that I realized she’d been joking about the limit, and by then the books I was reading were much to big to take out 17 at a time.
What is your earliest memory of the library? If you blog about it today be sure to link up at Booking Through Thursday.