EXT. WOOD - EVENING.
ADAM LEWIS, SIX, is rummaging through the fallen leaves, gathering acorns and stuffing them into his coat pocket with great enthusiasm.
His DAD is watching him, smiling.
What are you planning to do with all those?
I'm going to plant them!
We don't have room for that many trees!
Adam looks doubtful of his grand plan.
How many do we have room for?
Adam's Dad holds out a hand for the acorns. Adam removes the ones he has already collected from his pocket and hands them to him.
His dad carefully sorts through them, setting aside those that are damaged.
Eventually they are left with six good acorns.
Adam puts them back in his coat pocket, obviously eager to get home and plant them.
INT. ADAM'S ROOM - LATER.
Six large plant pots are arranged around Adam in a rough semi-circle. He covers the last acorn with soil.
Sitting back, Adam admires his handiwork, absently wiping his dirty hands on his jeans.
INT. ADAM'S ROOM - NEXT DAY.
Adam dashes in, still clad in his school uniform, to check how his little oak trees are doing. He goes through each plant pot carefully, checking for green sprouts.
There are none to be found.
He is disappointed.
EXT. GARDEN - LATER.
Adam is sat on the lawn, miserably tugging at the grass around him.
Behind him we see Adam's dad in b.g. watching through the kitchen window.
He joins his son in the garden.
Trees don't grow overnight, I'm afraid.
Adam continues to sulk.
Are you still watering them?
No, I forgot!
Well, they won't grow much if they're thirsty, will they?
He gestures for them to go back inside.
Adam leaps to his feet and dashes back into the house.
INT. ADAM'S ROOM - DAY.
Adam is holding a jug of water. He tips it carefully and the water trickles down and into one of the plant pots.
He now has six little green sprouts. Taped to each pot is a name tag: PETER, PARKER, BEN, ALEX, ROBIN and WINSTON.
Adam's father is digging six small holes. The saplings are at his side ready to be re-planted. Adam is sitting beside his dad, observing everything with great interest.
His father carefully removes one of the saplings from its plant pot. The roots have started to grow out through the holes at the bottom, thick and sturdy.
What do you think?
Adam beams, pleased as punch. He plucks at the grass out of old habit before realising what he is doing. He stops immediately, looking rather guilty.
His dad finishes up.
They stand back, and together they admire their work.
EXT. GARDEN - DAY.
Adam, now in his forties, is showing the trees to his daughter, ELLEN, SIX.
They were smaller than you when your granddad and I planted them.
Ellen looks up at the full-grown trees before her, awed.
FADE TO BLACK.