When I was little I grew up around trees. Every where you looked there where tall trees. When I was eight I notice in the backyard there was this huge pine tree, there were two pieces of wood at the top of the tree. As if someone tried to build a fort in it.
I went to the shed and grabbed some wood and tools to build on to it. I put all the tools in a backpack. I climbed to the little pieces of wood; it felt like it took forever to get to it. When I got to the top of the tree, I put my stuff down and sat down on the two pieces of wood. It was very windy up there.
I had to remove a few limbs from the top to make some head room. Now was the hard part, I had to get the big peaces of plywood up there so I could start adding on. I went and got some rope from the shed and I pulled it up there, I dropped it a couple of time but I did get a roof on it. After about three mouths it had stared to rain. I had a roof and two walls; it even had a door that folded up. I didn’t go up there very much because it was wet.
It was dry in the fort, but going up the tree was a very wet and slippery trip. In fact that’s how I fell out of the tree. It was about a day after it stopped raining. I started to climb up the tree. My hands were very dirty and they had this green stuff on it. Everything was dry except for the bark of the tree.
I got to the fort and my sister told me that I had a phone call. So as I climbed down the tree it was very slippery. Then I lost my footing and fell. I don’t know how far I a fell but it felt like it was forever. The only thing I could think about is how much it was going to hurt when I hit bottom.
The Essay on Woods One Day Sticks
The fondest memories of my youth include hitting people with sticks and throwing people out of trees. I was probably only about 8 years old when I started masquerading in the woods as a Robin Hood type character. Along with me I had about 7 other outlaws. Daily we would go into the woods and change teammates on our different Klan's. Someday's we even had up to 12 kids parading through the woods on ...
As I was falling I guess I had my hands over my head, because I caught a limb with my right hand. So I was just hanging from the tree with one hand, once I realized what was going on I pulled my self into the tree. It was very hard to climb down the rest of the tree because I had the shakes so bad. After I fell I only went up there one more time, to get the pepsi I left up there. That fall scared the living hell out of me. That was when I realized that I was not invincible.
I had the shakes for a week after that, the more I thought about it, the more shakes I got. Even today I get the shakes when I think about it. After about a year we had some people come and cut some trees down and that was one of them. After the tree fallers left.
I was going to see if I could find the tree so that I could pull the wood off of it, I never found the tree but I did find one of the walls.
