When I was a child, a long, long time ago, there was no such thing as preschool and we only learned to tie our shoes, paint, and play in kindergarten. When I got to Grade 1, I learned the alphabet and suddenly the unintelligible print in my reader became words and the words became little stories. I remember how excited I was and to celebrate my accomplishment, my mother bought me a book. It was Heidi by Johanna Spyri. It was actually too difficult for me to read right away but I tried anyway. There were a lot of words I didn't understand but I got the gist of the story. I read that same book many times over the next few years and, every time I read it, I understood more and more of the story. My love of reading began with this delightful story about an orphaned little Swiss girl who goes to live in the Alps with her grandfather.