Of trees... and heights

Confession: Heights and I have an interesting friendship. As in, we don't. As many of my coworkers (as well as the numerous bruises, rug burns, and 5 current cuts currently on my body) can testify, I get in more than enough trouble with my feet planted on the ground. I've been known to fall down stairs, drop shelves on my head, end up bleeding from simple, mundane tasks... etc. However, despite that, I try my battle with heights. However, I still need to work on getting past that nervousness. At least in situations where my only source of security lies in foot placement, hand holding, and my own balance and coordination. Other than that, I'm fine. Roller coasters, rope courses, rock walls, elevators, airplanes... all fine and dandy. Trees? I'm working on it.

Which brings me to my next point. So, accompanied by two of my friends, I went to Kiwanis park with this goal in mind: climb a tree. My goal was not to the top, just as much up as I could. So I did. Hung out a little bit, then went a little higher. Then got semi-stuck. By this I mean, if I had felt up to it, I could have just done a bit of rearranging and gone higher. Meanwhile, the other two went up to the top. Not me. Not this time. This is not to say that that isn't a possibility for a later point in time, but for now, that was enough. However, I will go back for more and master that tree. In the meantime: I climbed a tree! Not to the top, but that was not my goal. The end.