Flashback Friday

Jim is a dare devil and I am a wimp. Not that this tree was all that much of a challenge to most, but if it were up to me I would have been crawling over it or straddling it scraping my #$%#$ the whole way across. I have no balance or confidence when I feel the least bit unsteady. Jim just glides across tree, boulder, roof, etc.

So this day, he was my shining armor. I've left out the part of how I was the last one to cross it, standing on the side, whimpering how I just couldn't do it and how I would just stay there and wait for everyone.