What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?
I was four or five years old the first time I stepped into a library. I don't have a lot memories from that age, but I remember how I was in complete awe of the library. Bookshelf after bookshelf towered over me. I can still remember the smell, that glorious aroma of thousands of books all in one place. I was afraid to touch anything, so I just looked at the books with my hands folded while my mother filled out a form for a library card. The form was red. I remember thinking that was nice because red was my favorite color that week. (For most of kindergarten I couldn't decide whether my favorite color was red or blue. It changed weekly. I still have a tough time deciding between the two.)
After she filled out the form, my mom told me to pick some books to take home with us. "You mean we can take them home?!" It hadn't occurred to me that we'd be able to take any books home with us. I thought that you were only allowed to read them there. My mother explained that I could pick books that I wanted to read, take them home and read them, then return them and pick out more books next time. By that point, I had decided that the library was the best place ever.