I used to believe…
That the talking trees in the Wizard of Oz were real and out to get me.
A belief cultivated by my father who used to wait behind tree trunks and shout ' Who's been stealing my apples!' when I walked past.
I used to believe…
That the talking trees in the Wizard of Oz were real and out to get me.
A belief cultivated by my father who used to wait behind tree trunks and shout ' Who's been stealing my apples!' when I walked past.
