I received this book as a gift from my dad when I had chicken pox when I was ten. I read it cover to cover as fast as possible, then turned back to the beginning and started again. I loved Mary Lennox because she was so contrary, I loved the idea of a secret garden, and children having secrets from adults.
I recently read it again and was still enchanted by the descriptions of spring in the English countryside, the gardens opening up, and the little girl making friends.
Good memories of good books are the best ones.