WHEN I was a little girl I used to take long walks with my dad in our neighborhood. Sometimes he would tie pieces of candy to the branches of trees before our walk, which I would delight in finding when he pointed to a bird or new buds on a branch. I believed in magic, I believed in the power of trees and I believed him when he told me that the “GF” (Good Fairy) had left them for me. It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that GF stood for Good Father.
On one such walk Dad presented me with my first riddle:
“If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it makes a sound?”