This story goes back to the early 60's (because I'm old). My dad and I lived with his parents because my mother died when I was 7 months old. I never knew my mother, so my Grandma was all the mother I'd known up to that point. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to take on a newborn just as she was turning 50.
Because my Grandfather had retired from the Army, my Grandma shopped at the Commissary and the Military Exchange. Once a month, with me tagging along, she would shop for the whole month. In order to keep me entertained she would pick up a box of animal crackers. I would sit in the cart and nibble on my little animals, always biting off the heads first. As we neared the check-out, if I'd been good, I could pick out a Golden book.
Somehow those Golden books were saved for all of these years. After Grandma died I found them in the guest room of her home, my name carefully written in the section "This book belongs to:".