The horizontal branches of pine trees make for perfect climbing. So close together, easy to grab, small yet strong. As a kid, I was always climbing trees, often going up high enough to scare myself.
Ascending, using my own strength and the living playground supporting my body, was thrilling. How high could I get in this one? How high do I dare go? Would I climb so high that I turned into a bird (my childhood wish that I probably held onto for too long)?
Only one way to find out.
I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge for the month of April. The idea is to post every day, except Sundays, and end up with one post for each letter of the alphabet. It’s a good challenge to help me to blog every day.