"After my parents separated, my mom and I moved into my grandparents' home. During this change in my life, my grandpa gave me a very special gift. It was not of material value, but rather the gifts of kindness, love, and imagination. Through dozens of letters that were left for me inside a small, white mailbox, my grandpa created a magical world as seen through the eyes of a wise old woodchuck named Woody. These letters, which often arrived every day, provided me with a sense of hope and expectation. Stories that captivated me as a four-year-old are now valuable life lessons. The adventures of Woody and his friends help me to cherish my childhood and keep the spirit of Grandpa close to my heart." -Beth