Blogging Topic- Climbing a Tree

Twenty feet out the back door of our house stood what we thought then was the biggest tree in the world. It was a large magnolia tree with big almost plastic coated green leaves that covered you up perfectly if you were able to climb high enough. It was the perfect tree. My brother and I spent countless hours climbing up and climbing down. This would continue until my mother screeched from the back porch that our suppers were getting cold. It was a very exhilarating feeling for a seven year old to be thirty feet high off the ground. For once it seemed like I was in control and everyone below me was not quite on my level. Of course this feeling lasted for about ten seconds before Charlie would tug on my leg and demand that it was his turn. I decided that fighting with him this high off the ground would be a horrible idea so I would climb down a ways and wait again until the very top standing branch was vacant. 

I was somewhere around the age of eight minding my own business in my room when I heard a loud crash and felt the house shake a little. It had been storming for a while and I wasn't quite sure what had happened so I ran downstairs to see what my parents had to say. When we were able to look out the window we noticed that our favorite magnolia tree had fallen and the top had landed directly on top of my room. Like any other children my brother and I were devastated but seeing as it was the afternoon we wandered outside to see what had become of our tree. It had been completely uprooted leaving an immense "beastly monster" of tangled roots that had now surfaced. Ten minutes later my brother and I were in our rain boots with plastic swords and other home made weapons fighting this monster that had appeared in our room. I think this type of situation has been depicted in a famous book or movie but I can promise you that this was a purely original thought. Eventually the beast was taken care of by my father and a couple workers and there remained only an empty void in our backyard. I can honestly say I think that was the last tree I climbed. It was so perfect. Maybe I never climbed another tree again because I got older and had less desire to or because I knew no feeling could ever compare to those ten seconds atop the highest branch in our favorite magnolia tree.