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Up In The Trees

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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 they couldn't see. I never climbed too high, and neither did my girls. Just enough to be "up".
Personally, I think it's in our ancestry, in our genes, being up in the trees for safety, to survey or sit quietly.
Every kid I know climbs and we keep yanking them down.
Honestly I wasn't "allowed to climb" because falling out of a tree costs money, money for ripped pants or money for an ER visit. I had to plot my excursions.
Are we too paranoid & cautious or have we just learned better?
Two older girls were up in it yesterday, screeching, laughing, encouraging and coaching each other along the way. Not just playing but learning. They took their time, they didn't go too high. Everybody got down in one piece, even their pants.
I still feel sad for those three little boys in the tree getting scolded down.
I'm glad it wasn't my call.

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