This post is about climbing everything other than mountains. I grew up in southeastern Arkansas where the highest elevation for hundreds of miles was the pitchers mound at the high school ball field. The land was flat for as far as you could see. Actually it was flat farther than you could see. So I was not climbing any mountains, but I did love to climb trees.
I think I first started climbing trees at my Grandma's house. She had a tree that was easy enough for anyone to climb. I think the dogs could have climbed it if we in fact had dogs. I liked climbing that tree, and I went from there.
My best childhood buddy, Evan, and I climbed trees all the time. We lived near a patch of woods where we played pretty much every day. The patch of woods sat between our neighborhood and the nursing home/hospital. One summer we got into taking all the old junk from the nursing home to make our little club in the woods. We had couches and chairs and other furniture. We also took old wooden pallets that we decided would be our tree houses. So my friend and I dragged these pallets up into two different trees. One we got about 30 feet off the ground.
Yes it was stupid, and it was very hard for two small boys. Despite our best efforts neither of us got hurt. We never fell from trees and got hurt unless you count the time we were swinging on a vine and the vine broke. Evan flew 20 feet through the air and broke his arm. That is not falling from a tree though.
I am thinking about all this climbing because I have a miniature Sir Edmund Hilary living in my house. Braden tries to climb everything. He has a little toy chair that he practically never sits in. He stands in it. He climbs the back of the chair and couch. He climbs into our entertainment center. He hasn't started climbing the drawers in the kitchen yet, but it is only a matter of time.
When Arica or myself hold Braden he tries to climb us. He walks right up our body with his little feet going at a lightening pace. We took him to the park recently and he climbed the steps on the slide. They were really big for him, but that didn't even slow him down. When he got to the top he climbed on some bars and wanted to hang out over the slide. He has no fear.
All this climbing will no doubt affect both his mother and I. Arica will probably never rest easy again because of Braden's adrenalin junkie type attitude. On the other hand, I was thinking that some day he could really help me out putting up my deer stands.