When I was 4 & my sister was 5, my mom took us to the library. I don't remember this visit, but she tells me I fell in love. Books, books and more books. Everywhere I looked. I already loved books by that point and apparently couldn't get enough of the place.
So we got to the counter and the lady said my sister could have her very own library card. My sister. Just my sister.
Don't know if it's still the case, but back then the magic number to have your own card was 5. I was 4.
That would be when I had my first ever melt down. Total melt down. Sobbing, limp body, heels kicking the floor, full blown tantrum. My mom was mortified. Supposedly I was pretty much the happy-go-lucky, placid baby and kid - smiling & pleasant all the time.
Until I couldn't have a library card.
Can you see the library lady caving? She did. I got my card. :)
Not a great lesson for a kid. I think if it had been my kid I'd have refused the card. But neither my sister or I ever did this kind of thing & I don't think my mom had a clue how to handle it - she just wanted to get OUT! Can't say I blame her. Apparently I only ever had 1 other melt-down (over puppets - another story) in my childhood, so thankfully it didn't scar me, or teach me tantrums got me goodies. I seem to have turned out okay. :)
But I got my card! And I've visited that very same library every 3 or 4 weeks ever since then.
So how about you? Any book tantrums to share?