[trebb]

I was a climber-—trees, top of corral fence, a thingy my dad used to pull motors out of cars.

Me too - I used to make a fluffernutter sandwich and go down the street to where a could climb up the to the roof of a detached grage to eat it - loved looking at things from the higher perspective.

[MamaB]

That reminds me of something else. Our chicken house had a tin roof. I would climb on that and slide down. Was hot in the MS summertime. I would climb up in the barn loft and jump down. Precious memories. Thanks for reminding me.