Write On Wednesday: The Stories A Tree Could Tell

 

The Write on Wednesday spark: The stories a tree could tell.
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Wish-a-wish-a-wish

I’m thinking Faraway Tree. I loved that series. It was my all time favourite growing up. I so wanted to be Bessie. I wanted those little cut sandwiches that she and Fanny and Jo would take on their picnics. I wanted that bird to come a tap- tap-tapping on my bedroom window and deliver me a special invitation from Silky and Moonface to visit the Faraway Tree.

I wanted to climb the Faraway Tree and meet all of its freaky little folk. I wanted to see the Angry Pixie rage over something trivial and dodge Dame Washalots feral, dirty water. I wanted to meet the gorgeous Silky and taste a pop biscuit and a google bun and a toffee shock. I wanted to hang out in Moonface’s funky little house and laugh at the Saucepan man’s lack of hearing.

I wanted to get up that ladder and visit the Land of Treats and the Land of Take What You Want. I so wanted that real life doll that one of the girls took. But, I would always make sure that I kept my eye out for that cloud because the panic I used to feel for those kids when the land had moved on and the tree couldn’t be accessed. That terrified me!

The other thing that terrified me was Dame Slap. She was one nasty, nasty piece of work. I always felt so relieved when the kids would make it back home safely. They were such dawdlers. I’d be hurrying them along in my head every single time. Why did Dick and Connie always have to be such pains? I never wanted cousins like that.

I liked it best when it was just Bessie, Fanny and Jo. I wanted to hear the stories that those trees would tell as they wish-a-wish-a-wished away in the Enchanted Wood. I always wanted a tree that could grow walnuts and cherries and apricots at the same time. I wanted my own little slippery slide complete with cute little bunnies and Laura Ashley covered cushions.

I wish-a-wish-a-wish that the Faraway Tree was real and in my garden. I’d water it. A lot.

Oh, and I never, ever thought that Dick and Fanny were names to be laughed at. Not until I was a teenager, at least.

Kim xx