Memories

When I was a child one of the many books my father gave me was ’The Selfish Giant' by Oscar Wilde. The story made me smile and cry - and I didn't realise the significance of the story until I was older. When I see trees blossoming it reminds me of the story - and my father. He was religious, but quietly so, and accepted my lack of religious belief when I was a child and teenager on the understanding that I found out about different religions and their history.