Climbing Trees

When we were young, we were so fearless. I recall a tree swing we had. It was a steep gradient and swung out about 75 feet above the slope on to a main road. But we still used it, wow. Brought back many memories Francine, ty >> James

Never stop being a child Francine... Im 45 and my mother still ask me when Im going to grow up, along with my wife lol lovely write lov Michael

You can still climb trees, Francine. I do! Don't just watch in envy; give it a shot...but be careful, too. Enjoyed! Love, Carolyn

as we get older and understand the consequences of our acts and what could happen, i have no problem at my age being the observer - its safter. you captured the feelings, thanks, chuck

cute poem! I too have felt the twinge of jealousy at others physical abilities.

I used to enjoy that. great memory. Hard to get kids out from the computer games to do those things anymore. Thanks for the memory Francine....

excellent francine, yes childhood is so special, yet today society it seems put so much pressure on our kids, it the simple aspects of childhood i remember most, and you have capture this here, wonderful poem. Harry

A delightful piece of work, Francine. Bring back warm memories of childhood days. Never minded the scrapes and bruises. LOL Love, Audrey

AH the sweet bliss of youth! Nicely written Take care~Deb

Thanks for commenting on my poetry. Yes the fearless joy of childhood, when we had no fear, how many times have I envied the children their play... love constance

Sweet like the memories! love and enjoy*~SKAT