As a child I had a fondness for climbing trees. I spent many an hour in my youth, sitting in the crook of the branches of the gnarled Gravenstein tree down the hill. Upon one occasion, as I went running pell-mell down the hill, it was adventagous in the release of one of my baby teeth. As I recall I misjudge a branch and whacked myself in the mouth with one of the branches.
My siblings and I created ships and forts and imaginary realms in that old tree and I was very sad the day that it needed to come down and be chopped into firewood.
This evening Fiona and I walked down to one of the local parks. She wanted to shoot off the rest of a roll of film and climbed up the tree to take a shot. I figured what the heck, and followed her up into the welcoming branches.
It was wonderful. I haven’t had the opportunity to climb a tree in more years than I care to think about. I have a mind to take a book down there next weekend and revisit my childhood.
164/365 A different vantage point
Oh to be so young again and climb the trees we did as children. How good are you to climb a tree again, it must have been such a nice feeling.
Okay, now *I* want to go climb the tree in the back–what a wonderful shot!
My kids once threw the garden hose over the big branches of a tree they liked to climb here, and made themselves a swing. Never mind that they had a swing set; this was way more cool and they knew it.
Lovely memories…flying to Mars in the litchi tree…