Growing up

I planted the conker This grew from age 3 ish, in a bucket. It didn't sprout into a tree overnight as I'd hoped but it eventually grew up enough to live in a bin and eventually got planted. It had a rough few years. It was ruthlessly pruned. I feared it was too much. It stood a while seemingly doing nothing. But perhaps it was just pausing a moment, gathering itself, because nowadays it's flourishing.
I'm a bit attached to this tree - kinda silly really. Maybe it's because we've grown up together, or because it's always been there, or because it's a bit of a fighter and it's come through the rough stuff and I can draw some sort of parallel to my life so far. Maybe that's all too deep and it's just a cool tree. And conker trees are the best kind.