Outside I would go, each and every
day of my childhood and adolescent years.
My father was quite the adamant military parent who cared more about the
health and active lifestyles of his children.
His focus was to get us out of the house, or, as he would state, “Go
outside and play”. I loved it! I would do anything to get out of the house,
as well as the rest of friends. I
learned how to climb trees, chain linked and wooden fences, flower garden
walls, vehicles, and anything that was along the outer frame of a house that
would allow me to grab on with my hands and feet to get to the rooftop! Yes! I
loved the thrill of climbing to the top of anything I could get my hands
on! The other amusing piece of climbing
anything was strategically working on how to return to the ground. Most of the time, I would find myself
retracing my steps. The few times I
chose otherwise, by leaping from the roof to the next rooftop of a two story
house, or quite frankly, the ground!
Sure, there could have been broken bones. But, that never happened. The good thing that came out of this was that
my body was in motion, each and every day!
I tested my body for the sake of fun!
The effort was not because I had to move. The love and passion for delving into new and
intriguing experiences kept me in the flow of wanting more from the
outdoors!
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