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Boys and Climbing Trees
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Not too long ago I had opportunity to watch some men take down some huge Pine trees. The trees (three of them about 70 feet tall) were very close to my youngest son's house and he was worried one might come crashing down on his house. The tree workers who were insured contracted to take the trees down. It was amazing to watch as they climbed cutting branches off and dropping them ever so gently to the ground where they had a huge chipper and a dump truck to haul away the chips. One by one each limb was cut until they reached the last limb.
The final step was to take the entire tree down and they used a craned and ropes methodically taking each section down with ease. They followed this procedure for all three trees were safely taken down. As I watched in amazement with my grandsons at my side, I couldn't help be reminded. of the first time I climbed a tree. Living in our cotton mill village we had a baseball field compliments of the owners of the mill and there was a big white oak near the grandstand where the people from the community sat watching our industrial league baseball team play games in the summer. Although not too big around the tree seemed much larger to a six year old boy and that first limb was a good eight feet off the ground but grew outwardly and a great perch for an adventurous one such as I.
I would go down to the baseball field and look at the tree and that limb. Putting my arms around the base I soon got my courage up and shimmied up the tree without too much difficulty and found myself sitting on that first limb look over the outfield. The view was great and proud of having achieved my goal I realized that I would have to eventually get back down to the ground. I have always had a fear of heights and it seemed I was higher off the ground than I actually was.
For a time which I am certain wasn't as long as I imagined I wrestled with the options of how to get back down. In a moment of near panic, I decided jumping was the best option, at lease there was moss underneath the tree and I would get too badly hurt should I land the wrong way. Closing my eyes I jumped. My landing was a little hard but my to my delight I suffered no broken bones. I stood back and marveled at accomplishing my first big goal, climbing the white oak.
Little boys and girls for that matter seem to enjoy the challenges of climbing trees. My grandsons are always climbing in the dogwoods in my yard and I have seen our oldest eyeing the huge white oak in our back yard. I didn't get on the bus yesterday but I can imagine the thoughts going through that little head trying to come up with a way to get to that first branch because that first limb is about eight feet off the ground. As I write this I remember a tale told me about a little girl who purportedly climbed a tree on a dare and also for a lollipop.
The little girl and her playmate which happened to be a little boy were playing outside and the little girl came into the house to ask her mommy a question. "Mommy?,she said. "Tommy said he'd give me a lollipop if I would climb that tree out in our yard, can I climb the tee?" The mommy said,"Honey, No, do not climb that tree. All that little Tommy wants is to see your panties, so don't bother." A short while passed and the little girl came back into the house and to her mommy's surprise, she was licking on a big red lollipop.
"Oh, no sweetheart! Did you climb that tree anyway after what I told you." Don't worry mama, I fooled Tommy, I took my panties off."
Well there you have it. The story I must assume really did not happen and I only included it because it did strike me as humorous. As long as there are trees and little boys and girls, the challenge for a little climbing adventure will exist.It sets the tones for greater goals and accomplishments in later years.