My Childhood Memory of the Library (19th in a series)

When I was in second grade, my grandmother sent me a book titled Rin Tin Tin’s Rinty.  I already owned that book and had read it, so my mother suggested we give the new one to our library.  We went together and told our story to the librarian and gave her the new book.  She was very gracious in accepting it and thanked my mother and me for thinking of donating it to the library.  I was impressed, as a child, with how nice the librarian was and how important she made me feel for giving my book to her.

That's my memory of the library...what's yours?