Whether you usually read off of your own book pile or from the library shelves NOW, chances are you started off with trips to the library. (There’s no way my parents could otherwise have kept up with my book habit when I was 10.) So … What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?
Well, to be honest, I don’t remember getting books from the library when I was little. I know that I got books from the school libraries occasionally, but my main memory of the public library involves getting out movies. My parents never objected to buying me books and I was an intense re-reader back then, so mostly I read my own books over and over and over, until the magical day that a book order came in or the book fair stopped at my school, at which point I’d acquire a small pile of 7-10 books that I would read and read and read. So I don’t have any good memories of the library from when I was little, unfortunately. I’ve always preferred to own my books and maybe that’s where it started.
I think another reason we never got books from the library is because of an incident that happened when I was in between first and second grade. We were moving to another state and I had checked out some books from the school library. One of them didn’t make it to check-in. Since we’d just packed everything up, my mom was convinced we didn’t have the book and that the kid whose duty it was to return the books must have misplaced it or something. She didn’t end up paying for it, but we did find the book when we unpacked in New Jersey. Oops. I guess I hadn’t returned it after all, although it was an accident!
And that is about all there is to the story of my youth in the library.