In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm now in my late 60s, wowza! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
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I don't know.
Would you climb up those ladders?
I rate that climb as double-sweaty palms, five gulps, and one big shudder.
I can barely get up two rungs on a ladder on the ground. (Phobic.) So, no. I'm nowhere near that.ReplyDelete
If the bottom fence was on a flat roof, I'd climb that one.Delete
I was forever climbing stuff way into my 30s but now, something about that set up just ain't right. Why in gawd's name is there a ladder flat on the roof like that what's keeping it on there surely there's another way instead of using that bottom roof. Is this your house? The younger me would smack the current me upside the head, climb up there drunk. then roll one.ReplyDelete
Not my house, Jeanna. lol. 30 years ago, I would've climbed the first ladder. When I lived with the parents for a short while in my 20s, I climbed up to their roof a lot in the evening to smoke. hahaha Cracks me up thinking back.Delete
Too high for me.ReplyDelete
A realistic guy, you are, young Adam. :-)Delete
A few decades ago? Absolutely! ... now? Nopenopenope. :)ReplyDelete
With age, comes less recklessness. For some of us.Delete
no I was never brave enough to even get on the roofReplyDelete
Going up a ladder is always easier for me.Delete
Never! This is a Clark Griswold moveReplyDelete
Yeah, I can see that. lolDelete