FAMILY FOLKLORE
By: Camille Brantly
By: Camille Brantly
As a child I loved to climb. Even though I was just three I would go to my backyard, that was an Amazon jungle, and climb all day long. When I ever I got the chance I would climb every tree in the park. My Mom always had to keep a close eye on me at the park after she told me this story.
When I was little kid I wasn’t very tall the trees were like sky scrapers. They touched the sky. I always liked climbing the really big tall ones. The park was covered in kids playing pee wee soccer trying their best to make it into the goal and not fall on their faces. All the parents were screaming supporting the kids to play as hard as they could! My mom and grandma were sitting and talking while I played around on the giant monkey bars. My feet dangled 6 feet off the ground because they were so tall. The whole park was covered in trees. At first I tried a big white one that touched the sky with its dangly down leaves. Then I tried a short stubby tree that had a branch you could bounce to the moon and back on. Next I saw all the many pine trees they were all to not interesting for me I was looking for a big adventure. That’s the reason I climb. I want to feel like I’m flying and get as close to the sky as I can.
I looked over and saw the biggest pine tree I had ever seen it must have been bigger the Paul Bunyan. I ran over there and swung into one of its long thick branches. Pine sap rubbed all over me making it easier to stick to the tree. Branch by branch I climbed to the tippy top. I found the perfect spot to sit and then I just waited. After like an hour my mom and grandma realized I was gone worried sick they searched everywhere for me. Both of them felt like they were going to throw up. After searching for 4 hours they finally decided maybe to call the cops. Deciding maybe to call my name one more time just to be sure I was lost. With a loud call they listened very close. For what felt like forever they didn’t hear anything then they heard a little giggle coming from the top of one of the trees. Not knowing how I high I could climb they looked up every tree. There I was just sitting after the very top waving to them. At first my mom started to cry but then she grew very angry. Even the fiercest bull would run away in fear because she was so mad. I knew I was in big trouble so it took me a very long time to climb down. She put me in time out and wouldn’t let me come out for forever. I learned to always tell her where I’m going.
