When the boys were about 3 years old, they started to climb trees. In particular Marc, who was always up for an adventure. They really liked the white pines in the back of #9 and that one huge one in the front. They were easy to climb with their stair like branches.
One day, the guests in cottage 9 were sitting in the kitchen, having coffee, when the trees back there started to shake and giggle. Pretty soon they saw what created the giggle and shake – it was our boys who were so small, they disappeared in the branches as they climbed to near the top.
Ever since then we’ve called those trees “giggle trees”.
More tree climbing was done not long after that. One evening we all sat together at the dinner table when Marc said that he tore his new jacket. We asked him how that happened and he said “bungee jumping”. “Bungee jumping?” we said. Yes, He had climbed up the tall tree in front of the house, brought along the yellow rope from the garage, tied that rope to a loop on his jacket and the other end to the tree and then he jumped 😯
He said his butt hurt as he hit every limb with his little behind on the way down.
Ty was more careful and fooled around with the swing set more, it was safer 😉 One day he played with the rope on the swing set and got his foot caught and was now swinging upside down with one foot in the sling. I didn’t see it- must have been busy. Andre’ next door was watching the goings on and after a while went out to take a closer look at Ty. She got his foot out of the sling and rescued him.
At dinner Ty was very upset still and complained that Andre’ came to rescue him. Mama should have helped him, because he was embarrassed, he said. He cried while hanging there and his tears were running up his forehead and Andre’ saw that.
Thank goodness they have both outgrown the tree climbing.
I don’t have a picture of tree climbing, but I have this one which was their usual hangout while Mike mowed the lawn 🙂