When I think about the hundreds of books I’ve read over the years, one stands out above all othersnot for its complexity or literary acclaim, but for its profound impact on my life. It was the first book I ever read, a vibrant picture book gifted to me by my father on my third or fourth birthday. That single book ignited a passion for reading that has shaped who I am today. This wasn’t just any book. It was a whimsical pop-up picture book, bursting with colorful illustrations and playful storytelling. It followed the adventures of three curious kittens as they explored the world, encountering delightful surprises and charming misadventures along the way. The pages were heavy on vivid imagery and light on words, perfect for a young child just beginning to discover the magic of stories. I can still recall the thrill of flipping through those pages, the pop-ups… Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?