Observations from my weekly wanderings, usually in Northern Virginia (NOVA).
In a few places on this blog, I’ve mentioned Michigan as my birthplace. It was also home for the first 24 years of my life.
As NOVA is meant to suggest, I now live and work in Northern Virginia, but I traveled to Michigan this week (work related). I managed to take in a Tigers game (more on that next week), and visit my parents who still live in The Winter Water Wonderland.
So we did what we do, caught up on the news, and then reminisced. My mother reminded me of something I’d forgotten.
It seems that when I was in kindergarten I received an award at the end of the year, for checking out the most books from the library. It is important to note, this was not an award they had given before, and not one they announced in advance. In other words, I wasn’t checking out books, hoping to win the award, because I couldn’t have known there was such an award.
To be honest, I have only a very vague memory of the award, but I precisely remember being introduced to the library and thinking: This is so cool!
Makes sense now, huh?
And no, I couldn’t read yet. My father read them to me.
So, here’s to dads and moms, older siblings, grammas and grandpas, or anyone who reads to children – Thanks!
If I remember right, they didn’t actually issue a library card. But I have one now, and remember – my library card is cooler than yours.