as a young child
i had no fear of heights
i liked to climb
in the woods behind our house
i’d look for perfect “climbing”trees
ones with knots and branches
for hand holds and sure footing
a tree made a great hiding spot during hide and seek
because noone was looking up
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the house we lived in for a while
before the bank foreclosed
was a “Jim Walter’s Home“
one of those houses you get for a bargain
because its not complete…you are supposed to finish it yourselves
it was one of those things my dad just never got around to actually doing
so we had sheet-rock walls and bare rafters the entire time we lived there
i discovered early on
if you climbed into the top of my bedroom closet
you could easily get up on the rafters
i would carefully, quietly walk beam to beam
it felt…
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