To a child, there are only three types of trees: ones you can climb, ones you cannot, and climbing imposters. Climbing imposters are the trees that look so inviting to climb, but when you do the branch starts to give way, and will snap if you don’t quickly retreat. Down you tumble, just like Alice through the looking glass, but not quite as gracefully as the illustrations in the book make it look. In the defense of these trees, I don’t think they are purposefully impersonating climbing trees, but try telling that to a child who is a crumpled heap on the ground, crying because not only was their ego assaulted, but also their derriere. Trees and all sorts of other high places were a huge part of my childhood because up there I could see everything without being seen. It’s amazing how often people don’t look up.
Love this!
Thank you 😊 Wait until I tell the story about the La de da bird chased my cousin and I from that very tree I was in 😂