I could climb the trees... but I couldn't climb down...My brother once shot me in the hiney with a BB gun so I would come down. I came down alright... only one or two broken limbs. One on the tree, 2 on me. I do like sitting on the roof tops at night still.. NO matter how old I get, the stars are still beautiful. Speaking of thrills, we used to run a water hose over the barn roof and we would slide down the tin just like a water slide. We landed in the wet hay, although if you went too fast- you would overshoot and end in the corn crib. OUCH!! Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitos?? > sounds a bit like watching paint dry- I liked climbing trees and swaying in > the wind as it blew the trees from side to side-