I read and reread the Adventure series by Enid Blyton. I wanted to be Phillip with his special animal powers. I don't think there was another childhood series I was so enamored with. Although I did love the Oz series too, and had to defend my reading tastes to friends because they were fantasy.

(My sister was recently reading these books--the upgraded ones--to her daughter who apparently kept rolling her eyes at the girls who do so much less than the boys.)

Trixie Beldon was easy for me to related to, though I don't entirely know why. Perhaps I'd have to reread them to understand. Cherry Ames wasn't a reread series, though I certainly remember her red cheeks. I remember few details beyond that. However there was one scene that I never forgot where someone was wondering out loud (I have no idea of the circumstances) whether God would judge the weak and strong (morally, I believe) with the same yardstick. And I hadn't, for whatever reason, come across this idea/question before. So I never forgot that as it struck me quite hard.

The Black Stallion, I ripped through those. I remembering checking out bunches of those books from the library. That said, I remember very, very little of the books.