There across the road, it looked like any rocky hill—nothing but sand and rocks, and some old wooden boxes. But it was a special place. And all children needed to go there was a long stick and a soaring imagination. Every once in a while, I pull one of my childhood books off the shelf to look through it again, because I love the art, or I still like the story. Roxaboxen is one book that I look at over and over again because of […]