Hi back-been busy lately. I had a cassette tape when I was a kid of Shel Silverstein reading the entire book, "Where the Sidewalk Ends". Of course I had my own copy, and would read along. Thank you for making me think about why I love that poem; it was one of my first magical experiences with reading, and I can still hear his voice on that tape. Somewhat of a mantra for me, that one.