There's something very heart breaking about what I just witnessed. Little boys not being allowed to climb a tree. Although I totally understand why they were told to come down and never go up it again, I also feel just as strongly that they should have been allowed to. I would shit myself if I walked outside & found Thatcher in this tree, and at the same time I would be thrilled for him. I let my girls climb trees. Maybe that makes me a bad mother or reckless, but I remember being younger and climbing trees, onto sheds, even the roof of our house. Sitting on window ledges with my feet dangling, hell, walking outside ledges from window to window to scare my brother. Oddly enough, I'm afraid of heights, but I'm not afraid of the fear of being afraid of heights. I remember the feeling of something inside me eyeing up a tree, plotting a route and urging myself to just scramble on up there and sit, above everyone's view, seeing stuff they couldn't see from an angle...