The tree


By: Milly

When I was eight or nine years old, I think I thought I was the next Bear Grylls, because I decided I wanted to climb to the top of a tree. I got really high up and suddenly the panic set in and I tried to climb down but realised I was stuck! I called down to my mum for help and before long a big crowd started forming, shouting up at me and trying to instruct me on how to get down but I was fully panicking that I was going to fall! In the end a random (and helpful!) man had to climb up and carry me down.

I can’t go past Coleridge park now without smiling at that fateful tree, which is still standing, some fifteen years later!

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