I Am Going to Be a Tree Climber When I Grow Up

Innocence of childhood.

Photo by Illiya Vjestica on Unsplash

I have never been a tree climber. My daughter, Anika whom I often find high above the ground is awe inspiring to me. She is seven and her haven, her solace is on a tree limb.

When she was three, I would hold my breath and stand under her in case she fell. When she was four, she climbed out on a redwood limb too far and…