Growing up, I was fortunate to be surrounded by books. I can still remember the incredible feeling of losing myself in a book, traveling to a new place, another time, and inviting wonderful characters into my head.
Nurse Nancy, a Little Golden Book (Simon & Schuster 1958) was a favorite because the heroine was named Nancy, and she loved to ‘fix’ people — a harbinger of things to come. The book apparently came with a box of cool decorated Band-aids in different shapes, but I don’t remember those, since the book first belonged to my cousin Barbara.
The book is torn and scribbled on, but I don’t think that was my fault. I seem to blame book damage on everyone else — my sister, my cousin — but if I did damage any childhood books, I blocked it out, since I don’t remember doing it.
Miraculously, my Aunt Bev kept this book, and years later when I mentioned how much I loved it, she very kindly gave it to me, with my cousin’s permission.