When I was a child, I did love “Alice in Wonderland”. I read it many times together with my mom. The story was a bit unclear for 3-4 years old me, this is exactly when I got this book, and I have it even now. But the illustrations attracted my attention a lot. I still remember the time when a night came and my mom opened the book and started reading it to me before sleep. I saw that book with a lot of beautiful illustrations. It seemed to me they became alive every time when my mom turned the page. I always felt asleep even before my mom stopped reading. And that was so nice feeling. I always was looking forward for that night time when the story could continue. This is one of my favourite and the most vivid childhood memories I have.