I would re-live age 9 because I was a great climber. At 9, I was probably the best climber I would ever be in my entire life. I climbed everything. I climbed on top of play structures, I climbed up the poles on the swing set, and I climbed trees. One time, I even climbed so high in the tree at the back of the playground that the adults supervising recess yelled at me to, “Get down!”
I ignored them, and climbed higher yet. Then, I felt the branches underneath me start to creak, so I stopped climbing and admired the view. The recess supervisors were going ballistic, but I did not care.
Then, they started threatening punishments. I began to descend.
Things We Forget 
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