I think it's an age thing. When I was a kid I would climb trees, climb up on the roof - I loved roller coasters. Now, I can't even do a simple kid's swing without getting some motion sickness.
Me too. Do you have a tree-climbing war story to share?
War story? Like me vs the neighborhood kids or something?Nah!
We had a fantastic, sprawling maple tree in our yard. It was built for climbing. We all perfected our own techniques to get into it, and over the years, the bark was rubbed smooth and shiny from all of our little feet and bottoms going over it. Many games, conversations, and imaginary adventures were had there with our friends (my brother and I).
I did once do something rather mean to my friend, though.
She climbed up and was afraid to climb down. She told me to get my mother to help her. I told her to just get down on her own, and kept showing her how easy it was to do. She started crying and then shouting for my mom, lol. I was so annoyed with her, but for goodness' sake, I should have just gone to get my mom to help her
I think I'd collapse into a weeping and possibly urinating heap in a hot air balloon.I have a "moderate" fear of heights but the odd thing is that does not translate to aircraft or even a ride in the basket of a hot air balloon.
Sorry, I should have explained myself. That's a good story, but I meant more a war against the tree - a determination to conquer the hardest tree in the neighborhood.
Mine was in the sheep pasture next to my grandparent's house. I was determined to get to the top of that thing, and tried year round - which was part of the problem. I finally conquered it on a cold winter afternoon, which meant I was wearing a coat. Once I got up, I slipped and the hood caught, leaving me dangling in the wind. Though I wasn't choking, I was in quite the predicament. I was by myself, and yelled and yelled for help, but no one came. Dropping meant definitely breaking something. I was terrified. Somehow I got myself swinging far enough to catch another branch and pull my hood loose so I could climb down. That was the last time I ever climbed that tree.
Thing is, my kid was worse than me. On occasion we would get a call that he had climbed onto the roof of the school by scaling the brick. His fingers and toes were strong enough to use the ridges in the mortar between the bricks. Once on a school field trip he climbed a light pole all the way to the top and sat on the light fixture.
Your perspective about such things is different as a parent than it is as a kid.
How old is your son? Has he gone into proper rock climbing? It might satiate his passion while teaching him to do so safely? Or maybe that's just not thrilling enough for him, lol.
I think I'd collapse into a weeping and possibly urinating heap in a hot air balloon.
The result is that in my family, I'm the garbage disposal who eats the leftovers no one else will touch. Odd thing is, I don't get sick nearly as often as the rest of my family.
He jumped ... and panicked. He pulled the cord and counted: 1-2-3-4-5, the chute didn't open, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! Where's the emergency cord! I'm gonna die! ... Oh. My chute just opened.
Vets. Thats mine!
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