I was watching my 22 month old granddaughter over the weekend and watched her learn to climb on her mom’s hope chest, turn around slide off and do it again and again and again. I started to think about my kids and grandkids. TA was part monkey when he was little. I remember when he was about 5 we were over at a friend’s house in Charleston. TA who would climb anything he could climbed up a tree in my friends backyard. Jan said, “I don’t want to alarm you Charyl but that tree is DEAD.” TA was at the top of the tree and with every step I could hear a crack. Now this was a really TALL tree but I instinctively knew he could make it down. Heck, he was part monkey. Right?! Consequently, I walked into the house and told him to let me know when he got down. A couple minutes later he walked in with a grin on his face. Yep, part monkey. His son, Junior takes after his dad, tho he has broken his arm trying to be superman and jumping off the back of the couch. That has slowed down his adventurousness just a bit.
I say this because I thought I was part monkey when I was little. My mom tells the story of me climbing on the roof of the garage before I was 2 years old. There was a ladder and up I went. She wasn’t sure if she should come up and get me or catch me when I fell. She came up and retrieved me but you can be assured there was never a ladder around for me to climb on in the future. Needless to say my kids and grandkids come by it naturally.
I say this because I thought I was part monkey when I was little. My mom tells the story of me climbing on the roof of the garage before I was 2 years old. There was a ladder and up I went. She wasn’t sure if she should come up and get me or catch me when I fell. She came up and retrieved me but you can be assured there was never a ladder around for me to climb on in the future. Needless to say my kids and grandkids come by it naturally.
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