Laura and Mary Ingalls were the first girl heroes that held my interest as a young girl. In third grade, one of my school readers had the story from Plum Creek, where Mary and Laura stayed behind at the dugout when a fire broke out. I was hooked. That summer, my grandmother, aunt and step grandmother, bought me the first three "Laura" books in the series. Laura and Mary were sisters, just like my sister and I, in that we loved each other, but were always either in awe, or annoyed by the other's actions. My mother was NOT Ma. It was the mid 70s, and my mother was a single working mother, who had to make do in other ways. Powdered milk, welfare peanut butter and cheese and lots of pig parts and chicken and offal. On second thought, maybe Ma would have understood what my mom went through, on some level. Thank YOU Aimee Levitt, for the lovely story. You are a beautiful writer, and you did both Laura's credit.