What a great story! And--oh, yes!--the day one gets her own library card! It's like a promise of all the adventures to come. When my girls were little, they had their own cards, but hated that I insisted on keeping them in my wallet. . . . Today, they carry their own cards and even are able to go to the library on their own. But, those early days of sharing the library with them are memories I will always hold dear. Thank you for sharing!
When I was even younger than in my story above, we lived in a village up north. Their library let me have my own card even though I was only four-five years old. Then we moved to a town and that library wouldn't let me have my own card which was a big disappointment to me. I had to go back to borrowing on my mom's card again.
What a great memory! Not only filled with books--but including time with a parent! Thank you so much for sharing this. I never thought about how they might be--or might have been--driven by volunteers.
borrow from friends?