A little while ago I reread some books I enjoyed as a child. They’re the ones I’ve held onto and still have tucked on a spot on my bookshelf.
I found out I still like them. (And that I had good taste back then, if I say so myself ;)
I also found that I was taken back to the times that I read them as a kid, as if when I first read them I had somehow annotated bits of myself onto the margins of the pages. Maybe that sounds sappy when I describe it like that… It was just kind of like with any childhood memento, expect happened when I was reading rather than simply holding the book.
Also, every birthday, I make German chocolate cake. Have for years. Still my favorite, and it’s the only time in the year I have it.