Posted on March 20, 2009 at 9:48pm
I climbed my first tree when I was four years old.
It was a gnarled old Jacaranda which bordered our pretty little suburban home in Kumalo, Bulawayo in a then sane kind of Zimbabwe, and the reason for my climb was not altogether my own idea.
“If you climb up the tree..” said older sister Vivien - an elderly 10 year old with red curls and a temperament to match –
“you will be able to see Fairyland.”
Our mum had read us books filled with deliciously magical fairy tales… Continue