Is there a writer in u? Or are you in a mood to read some short interesting stories? Here's the Story Section for all tastes.

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come
and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples,
took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to
play with him. Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer
played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree
and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.

"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied,
"I want toys. I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, but I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell
them. Then you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed
all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after
he picked the apples. The tree
was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with
me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my
family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to
build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left
happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back
since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and
play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad
> and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me
a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be
happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing
and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,my boy.
But I don't have anything for you anymore.
No more apples for you..." the tree said.

"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on"

"I am too old for that now" the boy said.

"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots"
the tree said with tears.

"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these
years." The boy replied.

"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come
sit down with me and rest."

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......

This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were
young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...

When we grew up, we left them... only come to them when we needsomething
or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give
everything they can to make you happy.