When I was a little girl, my Godfather gave me a book as a present. We were celebrating my birthday at my grandparents house. My Godfather knew I loved to draw and sketch so he gave me a book about the Peanuts and Charles Schultz.
I was overjoyed, I loved the Snoopy comics and read them every Sunday.
The book was filled with his cartoons and sketches. It also seemed to be more of a book then a comic book but I was young and I don't remember. It was by far the best present, ever.
When we got home from my grandparents, my mom put it away for safe keeping.
I never saw it again.
Good Grief.
