I had a tree growing up. Everyone called it Rachel’s tree. Sometimes Kelsey would climb it too, not as high up as I would go. I would go to the tippy top of that cedar tree, and look out over our roof line and through the neighborhood. And I would just sit there. For years and years, I would climb around and up my tree. Sometimes I would bring a book. Or a backpack packed with snacks. One time a squirrel started hissing at me from a branch just above my head, I thought he was going to jump on me and chew my face off. But I loved my tree. There was an ice storm when I was in college. And all of the best branches broke off. I cried when I saw it. So cheers to my climbing tree and all the other tree climbers out there.