Harold and the Purple Crayon

I remember waking up REALLY early one morning when I was about 5 or 6 years old and not being able to get back to sleep. I had a bunch of my favorite books in a brief case that Mom and Dad had found at an estate sale. Harold and the Purple Crayon was one of the books that I had in that brief case. I remember reading it that morning. I absolutely loved this book. When my brother Pete graduated from college, I gave him Harold and the Purple Crayon as a graduation present. To me, the book represented being able to build a world out of the smallest of resources; in this case, a purple crayon. Pete was surprised when he opened the gift. He told me he had never heard of the book before. I couldn't imagine how that could be...