We all did. Funny thing, I discovered, after marrying Stephanie, that she had a copy of this exact same book from her childhood, too.

Ankylosaurus here!

I absolutely *did not* tear up. At all. Honest.

I have precious memories of my mother making tea, and a pile of toast a foot high, and reading books to me - and this book was always somewhere in there.

I haven’t. I’ll check it out - I haven’t revisited Beowulf in over a decade at this point, but it was literally the first epic poem I was ever introduced to, and led me to the Edda, The Faerie Queene, and others.