A Story

Once upon a time, when I was a little girl…

… I walked to the library near my house. I browsed around for awhile, and checked out thirty-two books to take home. I loaded them all into my backpack, and started to walk (uphill) home to my house. Luckily for me, my neighbor stopped and offered me a ride home.

When I got home, my mom seemed to think that thirty-two books was a bit much. For a good while after that, I was limited to ten books when I went to the library. (At this point, I would like it to be known that I did read all thirty-two books).

Now I am an adult, living in my own house. We recently upgraded our library card, which means we have a limit of forty-five books. My inner child is delighted, and my family is taking full advantage.

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My rule for my kids – you can get out as many books as you want; as long as you can carry them

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4 Responses to “A Story”

  1. floodthelast Says:

    That is a really good rule considering most kids think mom is another word for shelf.

  2. Desiree Says:

    What library do you use?

  3. Alex Says:

    Round Rock. We have to pay, since we don’t actually live there. Have you been there yet? I think we actually get to take out more books as non-residents….

  4. Desiree Says:

    We go to Pflugerville. It’s nice, it’s free, and it’s closer to Hutto. Of course, now we live here, and guess what, we still have to pay for the RR library because we’re not actually in the RR city limits. Crazy, huh? So we still go to Pflugerville. We have three cards and can get something like 15 books per card.

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