The climber

Mom said I was climbing before I could walk. I know I loved to climb, and would climb anything I could get a grip on or a toe hold on. The older I got the higher I could and would go. My favorite thing to climb of course were trees and our swingset (I'll tell you about the swingset after we get to Wichita, which is coming up fairly soon.) I don't want to get ahead of myself. In the beginning (age 3) I could get up in the tree okay, but looking down once I got up there was a bit scarey. A few times my daddy had to come lift me down out of a tree. It didn't take me long at all to get over that though and I got to be a real tree-climbing pro. I would go higher and higher, as long as I could find something to grab on to and get my toes into. I loved sitting up there listening to the birds chirp and watching them fly in and out of their nests.