“Be careful! We're going to the annual Holland town fair in an hour, and I don’t want to have to go to the emergency room because you did something stupid,” Mom warned me as if she knew I was going to get myself into trouble.
“Yah yah yah, I know I know I know, can I now go outside, please?” I begged. When I was running out the door, I heard my mom yell four words to me, “DON’T CLIMB THAT TREE!” If only I listened.
“I know; you tell me that every time. When are you going to trust me,” I muttered under my breath.
“When I know you'll listen,” Mom replied.
It was a beautiful day with a big, blue sky. Clouds, like puffy cotton candy, were floating in mid-air. I spent a while drawing on the ground with chalk, followed by playing with my wrestling action figures. I also remember finding two snails under flowerpots and racing them. But the thought of climbing the tree wouldn’t leave my mind. At first I wasn't going to climb that tree, but like any kid told not do something, that just put thoughts into my head. Why haven't I ever climbed that tree before? Besides this tree had a bunch of thick branches to climb.
“I'll climb for a few seconds and not too high,” I kept telling myself over and over again. “What harm will this do?” Just a little higher, a little more, a tiny bit higher I climbed. Before I knew it, I was an eagle on the top of the branches. I felt like a giant, looking down on my rooftop, and those of my neighbors. The air reminded me of the fresh smell of pine tree car fresheners. It seemed so easy in my head, climb down and Mom will never know. I spoke too soon. I was in a rush to climb down so Mom wouldn't see me, and I misplaced my foot and fell. On the way down, all I could hear was Mom's words rushing through my head, “DON’T CLIMB THE TREE!” As I hit the ground with a thud, my face smashed onto the stone flower bed that was directly under the tree. The impact caused my tooth to shoot back into my gum, as well as having one of my other teeth hanging...