Sitting on the couch I see out of the corner of my eye something
not quite right, just a little flutter or something that isn’t normally there.
Then I look across road and into a back yard and I see a leg
swinging in a tree.
How fabulous!!! I
didn’t know parents let kids climb trees anymore – heck, I didn’t know kids
even had a clue what climbing a tree was anymore – unless of course it is being
done in a video game.
Kids are scarce outside in this day and age, even if it is
inside their own back yard – not counting the avid basket-ballers who live behind
our house. They have a ball (ha ha) morning,
noon and night!
But back to the boy in the tree. I watch for a while and then go grab my
camera. He’s not getting far – which may
be a good thing and he does have the garage close by, but I don’t think it’s
close enough to hold on to.
Now, I realize climbing a tree isn’t really that great of an
idea, and of course usually a tree climb ends up in a tree fall and a broken
something or other – which may be why you never ever see kids in trees anymore. Pretty much the same reason ten year old boys
don’t get BB Guns as presents anymore, guaranteed injury…
If you catch a good look at the branch he is on – it is not
too thick – in fact, its way too thin to be as far out as he is. Here I worry about the little guys that crawl
up our six foot fence to talk to us between our back yards - this little boy is higher than that.
Then, DUM DA DUM DUM – Pappa appears……. (ooohhh, you're in trouble....)
Boy climbs down – assumingly injury free, lest a few bark scrapes.
Boy climbs down – assumingly injury free, lest a few bark scrapes.
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