Tree Climbing

I loved climbing trees and there was this one HUGE tree on the block. On one very special day I managed to climb higher than I ever had before. It took intense concentration – a real masterpiece of tree climbing. Finally I reached a place where I could stop and admire the wonder of my accomplishment – and found myself looking DOWN on the neighborhoods roofs. I was higher than any rooftop!

As I gazed across this new land of rooftops, my hold became a hug and then a death grip as I was overcome with terror. What was I thinking? Falling from THIS height meant certain death! I appealed to a higher Power, “Someone go get my MOM!”

When my mother couldn’t coax me down, she called the Fire Department.

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