I learned to read before I went to school, and a magic world opened up. My parents took us to the library and we could check out as many books as we wanted, and they never told us a book was “too adult” for us. Thus, I read some books (Peyton Place, Ian Fleming books and Lady Chatterley’s Lover come to mind) that I did not understand except vaguely until years later. Some of the books I loved as a child include: The Secret Garden, The Wind in the Willows, The Borrowers series, The Little House on the Prairie series, A Child’s Garden of Verses, Kipling’s Just So Stories, Black Beauty, The Sword in the Stone, and any book about dogs or lions. Sometimes I reread one of these beloved books, and it never disappoints. Doing so will recall your young, much more innocent self, a bittersweet form of time travel.