Story time
THE Autobiography of a Tree
It may be hard to believe, but once upon a time I was just a mere result of a science project. The children
planted me in a plastic cup full of damp cotton. Aah! It was such a luxury, with no worms to gnaw on my
roots and no insects to burden my arms. The children often fought over chances to water me, and the
teachers praised my growth.In other words, I was spoilt. I was appalled when a lady snatched me away
from my haven in the classroom and deposited me in her garden. I was devastated. Nobody ever visited
me except a grumpy gardener who gave me water once a day. The other trees and plants never said
anything, and for a while I thought that they were ganging up on me. I was still young and never saw
anything as my view was blocked by a tree in front of me. I missed my perch on the window sill.Then one
day,a disaster occurred. The house in the garden caught fire. Thankfully, I was out of danger zone but I
was frightened. Luckily, I was not hurt much, but the other plants were. For the first time, I stopped
thinking of myself, but thought of others. I tipped my leaves so they could que