The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde


 When we were little, my brother and I had each a bedtime-stories book. One of  my favorites tales was the Happy Prince. I remember that my mother was reluctant to read it and I did not understand why.

  Now that I have two boys, I see why. When I was little I did not fully grasp the whole idea. The image of  a golden statue talking to a swallow was a nice one. Nowadays, when I try to read it, my voice fails and it is after a lot of effort for self-control that I can keep with it.

 This is for me an example of how things change with a little of life experience.