“Mom, can you help me get up this tree?” Milo pointed at the lowest branch above his head, jumping and grabbing hold.
“Oh, you can get up there,” I say. “Let me show you.” I haven’t climbed a tree for several years now, but I used to be a spry tree climber. I grabbed hold of the 10 inch diameter branch and hung upside down, pushing my knees up over. I soon realized I was rusty in this technique, and it’s harder with a wide branch than the 3 inch ones I used to frequent. I felt my hands slipping, imagined myself falling back first to the ground, and frantically re-positioned to kick the trunk and haul my torso up. Phew. “Just like that, Milo,” I said, standing and looking up the trunk.