I remembered that when we were kids we used to climb the trees. It was so fun to get up there amongst the thinner branches, high up. You hold onto the next highest limbs and you bounce. Maybe there was something daredevilish about that. Sometimes we bounced because it was an apple tree and we were shaking apples down to someone on the ground who would pick up the good ones to eat. Other times we just bounced for the fun.
Some days we could climb up in the tree and hide. It isn't much fun to hide in a tree unless someone is really looking for you. You wouldn't hide unless you were pretty sure SOMEONE would come looking. I loved hanging around up in a pine tree and watching someone go around and around the house looking for me. I would finally get tired of the game and of getting all that pine sap stuck all over me, and I would call to whichever sibling was looking for me. I would climb down after I had laughed and laughed at them for not thinking to look for me up in the tree.
There was a particular pine tree that stood very close to a low part of the roof. We used to climb up there and climb over onto the roof. We spent a lot of time playing up on that roof. I don't remember my sister up there much. Lisa was usually a good little girl and she didn't often take part in our escapades. But the boys and I would get up there and then dare each other to jump off. The lowest part of the roof was probably only about 6 feet from the ground. I jumped off there many times. It could explain some of my joint problems in the knees. Maybe.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed these little walks back into my childhood memories of trees. I better get out of here!
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