I was quite a fan of the “The Boxcar Children” series when I was young and although I cannot remember exactly which of the four children I identified with most I think it was more of them as a group that I enjoyed. The four siblings had spent a while living in a boxcar after their parents died and it was only when their grandfather found them that they moved into his luxurious house. The idea of living with little supervision was always appealing to me as was the idea of living a life of secrecy in a fort-like house. After the children move in with their grandfather they travel around and somehow always come upon crimes and mysteries that they work together to solve. The characters in the books were my age and it allowed me to dream about solving mysteries of my own. The books were always resolved perfectly by the end and I saw this as a major difference between the children’s lives and mine. The children had lived on their own for so long that they were able to pretty much take care of themselves while they solved mysteries that no one else could, making them all heroes in my young eyes.