You can't go back to your childhood, but sometimes you can revisit it. And if you are lucky enough to find a book from your childhood that you read over and over again but has since fallen out of print, you have a passport for revisiting.
This book was such a book. I was probably about three years old and I was grocery shopping with my mother. There was a display of books in the grocery story, and this book was one of them. I was allowed to pick out a book, and I picked this one. My original copy was lost after many years and many moves, but recently I was able to obtain a copy of this very book. I read the book to my almost-six-year-old son, and he loved it almost as much as I did.
Incidentally, I grew up to become a children's librarian. I used to write screenplays using puppets to tell classical fairy tales and other children's stories, so this book may have affected me more than my mother could ever have guessed.