Going to the public library is one of my first memories. I remember selecting large of piles of books to take home with me and watching my mom hand write the check out forms. She never said "no" to the amount of books I wanted to take home. Once I learned how to write, I was excited to fill out my own slips. Then the wand scanners came, with the laser red tip, and barcodes. Talk about libraries being on the cutting edge; even the grocery stores did not have scanners yet. This was the old West Bloomfield Public Library I remember:
Some things never change as this is my current book log.) There were days that I spent reading from the moment I woke up until I couldn't keep my eyes open. It's possible that my mom was a little concerned that I was not outside playing but choosing to read my piles of books. I think I remember there being a prize for the child that read the most books. I was always disappointed that I never got it because I was sure I read more books than anyone at the library ;)
I remember being one of the few kindergartners who could read and the beginning of the school year. My kindergarten teacher let me do a few read alouds to the rest of the class during storytime. I have vague memories of sitting on the teacher chair reading to my friends from a book with a yellow bird flying around the pages. I am surprised I didn't get beat up for this! I was super excited to give up recess to be a library helper. I even roped my best friends, Jenny and Rhonda, into being library helpers with me. It was thrilling to know that I was trusted to put the books back on the shelves. At this point, I was supremely proud of myself for being able to help a librarian.
I was also one of the first students to try out the school's first computer - an Apple IIe.