10-29-2008, 02:49 PM
When i was little, I liked to climb trees and build forts and tree houses, and one day I climed to the the very top of an oak tree that was across the street and was too scared to climb down. I was stuck up there for like a half hour yelling for help, with the wind blowing the skinny top branches I was clinging to. My dad came outside and had to talk me down. He told me he'd catch me if I fell. I never climbed that high again.