Soon after I learned to read, my assignment at school was to write a book . . . or rather, write down the words of someone else's book. The book was CORDUROY by Don Freeman. Slowly and carefully I "wrote" CORDUROY . . . word by word, page by page. When I finished, my teacher helped tie all of the pages together to make a book. I knew I hadn't actually written the book, but in a magical way, it almost felt as if I had.