The Giving Tree
Being a sixteen year old boy, the exhilarating experience of driving a car was second only to my first “real” high school relationship. I truly was the luckiest guy alive. I found the perfect girl with whom to be in a relationship. Her family was from England and exuded the niceties of British culture. She enjoyed the sophisticated things that I too enjoyed, such as drinking tea, playing the cello, and sometimes reading poetry. Her favorite poem was one that was allegedly filled with the story of true love. This poem is called The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. As I read the story, I bought into the idea the tree loved the boy unconditionally. What a beautiful story of how people are supposed to give love. In the back of my mind, I knew something wasn’t right. That didn't matter. I was happy.…show more content… Being raised in a family that taught me how to be a gentleman, I did not mind playing the part. I was a hard working teenager who never spent any money on myself, because I had no desire to do so. I had everything I needed and seemingly, everything that I wanted. Spending time with someone was fun and important to me. As the summer progressed and many merry times were had, my wallet had diminished like leaves in the fall whisked away by the cold winter wind. As our dates closed for the evening and I took her home from amazing adventures, I still realized one thing. I was
