Climbing Trees

When I was a child of just ten or twelve, not much more, I would climb the pear tree in the yard climbing up high and unafraid just to view the sunset. The view across the yard was breathtaking even in my child's eye. With no idea of the future I was content with just the sun and the ever presence of my small existence, that simple now in which i lived. In those youthful, carefree days I was an only child dependent and raised on my grandmother's love, living in my own self created world. In time, both passed away into a more imaginative life of growing up and getting to know me. On thinking back now, I think I grew old too soon, aging and mature before my time. No longer am I a child but I want to be to see those sunsets once again and go back to climbing trees.