Thursday, September 20, 2007

The perilous lightness of youth

I got stuck in a tree when I was about 7 years old. I was up there for a while. My brother tried to get me down but couldn't.


My gramp finally got me down.


I did not go back up the tree.

This post is done.

10 comments:

Nin Andrews said...

Oh I love this. I might want photos of this to take with me to talk to kids about those moments . . .
when I do some teaching . . .
God, I remember them. Not up a tree literally, but figuratively so many times.

Trée said...

Erin, these pics make me want to spank your hide. And I think you would like it. :-D

Scarlet Hip said...

There's a lesson in there somewhere. I'll let you know when I find it.

whitenoise said...

Touching.

What can we do when those we could always count upon are gone, except, maybe, to try to be the rescuer for the next generation...?

Helen Mansfield said...

Ohhhh ... Grandpa, your pants.

Yeeeessshhhh!

I have gone blind in my left eye and I smell oranges ... does that mean something?

WDKY said...

Amazing that you still have photos.

(Is it really true that fashion is cyclical? How long is the cycle again?)

EBEZP said...

The old pics the words and the memories, yeah very touching Erin.
Good on you for sharing.

Wil said...

Cool, with pictures chronicling the event and all!

Amy said...

really fly pants on gramps!

Anonymous said...

..... amen... the tree story is one that rings...


Eric