How my parents taught me to love books

Ever since we were very small my mom would drag all of us to the library. I wonder what the librarians at the Lawrence Kansas public library must have thought when this young looking 4'9 women would walk in with 5 or 6 rowdy children in tow. We would fill our bags with books and I mean books and books sometimes the recipt paper would stretch for miles.
She wouldn't stop there though she would sit down with us almost every night to read to us. Stacks of books...sometimes so tired she would drift off the middle of a story and instead start sharing a her dreams out loud with us :)
My dad taught to care for books. How to open them the right way. To never and I mean never drop a book off the top bunk.
He taught the best way to stack and store them; to not stress the spines.
He told us never to eat with a book or we'd get grease on the pages.
I am grateful for them. They are probably the reason I get cravings to go to the  .  Library!