Remember when your uncle used to scare the life out of you saying -" goodness, you swallowed the orange pips! Now, the tree is going to grow out of your stomach." I used to think that the tree roots would go through my feet and I will be stuck in one place forever. My hands and head would become outstretched as branches. That I would be rooted to the spot and will have to pick my spot in the garden before the roots grew through my feet. hmm - so much for that!