“Hey baby, come look at this tree,” I said to him.
“Up?” he asked. He reached down in his knees and lunged up and when that didn’t work, he tried harder. A few more times and he was frustrated. Then he stretched his arms and high as they could go and jumped all of two inches off the ground, surely this would work.
I watched in amazement, the power of childhood, a world free of impossibilities.
Here’s the best part, he’s never climbed a tree, but deep inside his little boy heart, he must have known that trees are for climbing.
And then he found a big stick.