If I go for a walk I look at the trees. Each one is so individual it seems to almost have its own personality.
Reflecting on this I wanted to consider the role trees play in fiction for children.
For me it all began with The Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton. I thought of trees as magical, kind, fun – after all wasn’t there a huge slide!
When I looked up trees in fiction I came across this article which suggested a couple of books I did know and some more to add to my reading list, always a good thing!
It made me think, what did trees mean to me as a child?
Well, they were for:
playing on rope swings,
climbing or should I say scrambling,
using sticks and leaves for games and potions,
collecting conkers to play conkers,
tree bark rubbings,
gathering acorns, using the cups for fairy cups and
hiding behind for hide and seek.
I’m sure others have many more things they could add to this list!
With all this in mind I hope I can include trees in my own writing. Like everything there are always two sides to a story so it may be that some of the trees behave like the Ents while others are more like Whomping Willows!
Have you taken a moment to look at the trees around you? What’s your favourite tree in fiction?