One of the best gifts I have ever recieved was when I was eight years old. It was a beautifully illustrated book of poems for children authored by, Robert Louis Stevenson. I would read his poems over and over, pretending I was the child he was writing about. I had this great desire to be able to write as he did. I still own this book over fifty years later. I keep it in a place where I can still take it out, hold it and read the fragile pages that expanded my imagination. I thank my parents for a life long lasting gift.