They may very well have been Golden books, Dialyn. When she died year before last, I remember hoping against hope she'd saved some of them, but it was no use. I really adored those things. I wrote not only my real name, but my nickname as well, and on everything! I used pencils, crayons, nail polish (oh, did my butt hurt on that one!), knives, spoons, forks, fingerpaint -- essentially, if it was something I could use to make a mark with, and I had it in my hand, I did so. My oldest daughter (who is the other really "creative" one in the family) does that same thing -- even today. (and she's 23 going on 17). And I'll bet you use those hangers, too....

thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunkey world, make, each of us, one non-flunkey, one hero, if we like: that will be two heroes to begin with. (Carlyle)