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Enjoy the show. When I was about nine years old, in the early 90s, my family and I lived in a house with a fairly big, wooded area that stretched beyond our backyard.

I call it fairly big, because it wasn't big enough to get lost in for very long,

but it was big enough to walk in for a good 20 minutes before making it to the center.

The tree line was so thick in some areas that you couldn't see any of the other houses in the neighborhood once inside.

To my friends and I, this wooded area was a magical

world. We played in those woods all summer long. My mom would let us go in there as long as we were back by sundown.

Like I said, this was the early 90s and times were a little different back then.

My best friend would come over and we would run out there to play for hours.

We played hide-and-seek, Army, Star Wars, and anything else that you could think of.

But our very favorite thing to do was climb trees.

Of course, we had a favorite tree to climb.

It was this huge pine tree out towards the middle of the woods.

The branches at the bottom were low enough that we could grab on and pull ourselves up,

and the branches leading up were very strong.

We were able to easily climb really high and see a view from above most of the other trees.

Sometimes when I got bored at home, I'd go out there by myself.

I'd climb really high in that tree and just think about stuff.

I loved being way up there. It was so peaceful and calm. One Sunday I decided to go out on a solo mission to said tree in the evening.

I knew I didn't have long before dark, so I hurried into the woods to get a good climb in.

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