Once upon a time there was a little girl. One evening she was at the library for story time, and was told a story about a mouse. There were lots of strawberries in the book, and lots of red.
That same evening she got her first library card. Her father wrote her last name on it, but allowed her to write her own first name. She was so proud that she clumisly wrote the letters of her name upside down so that the librarian could see what her name was.
The girl is now 23 years old, and although some might have "lost" their card so that they could get a less childish signiature on their new one she has kept it. That awkward signiature is proof of how long she has been a library patron, and she takes a certain childish delight in how old it is.