 I don't remember the first time my mama took me to the library, and I don't remember getting my first library card. It was just part of what we did. I loved this time we spent together. It was just her and me, and I always felt like I was finally getting the special attention I deserved. We would go in together, and she would leave me to wander around the picture books, and as I got older, the chapter books. I could take home whatever I wanted. I got such a rush from this independence. Everyone was always keeping a close eye on me, but at the library, I got to decide for myself.