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  • I grew up living on a college campus that was a certified Arboretum.

    There was no lack of trees to climb.

    There was always something exciting and magical about being up in a tree, looking up in to the branches. Looking down on to people.

    Climbing trees was a means of escape. Somehow being in a tree would open up my imagination.

    This wasn't always the case, my friends and I would climb trees just to throw Crab Apples at people.

    But the other night I showed my daughter how to climb up in to a tree.

    I could see the fascination written across her face. She explored a little. She also draped herself across the joints of the biggest limbs and let the tree cuddle her as she gazed up through the branches.

    I'm sure as spring gives way to summer that tree-climbing will be a big part of her life.

    I just hope she doesn't decide to chuck apples at us while we work in the yard.
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