I spent a lot of time in the garden. It was big and rather wild. There was one beech tree I loved so much that Danny gave it to me for my tenth birthday. My very own tree! I could climb high in its branches when I was happy. I’d sit and watch the birds and listen to their songs. Sometimes I took my homework up there. And I climbed it when I was sad, too, so I could be sad by myself. When I was sad I read a book. Mum taught me to do that. She said it would help me to forget my troubles, at least for a while. And afterward they might not seem so bad. I still do that today. (Location 123)