Once upon a time, there was a boy who didn't like heights. His name was Harry. Yes, this poor little fellow suffered a condition commonly known as... 'A fear of Heights'!!! When Harry was a toddler and his friends came to play they always climbed on top of his toy box, but not Harry, no no, he had his feet planted firmly on the ground. As a pre-schooler, if Harry visited a double storey building he had to be carried up the stairs, sometimes crying (oh dear) and often protesting loudly. When it came to descending a long staircase, Harry would plonk down, frozen to the spot, refusing to move an inch. But then a remarkable thing happened. Harry grew older (and wiser) and taller and taller and taller still and with all this extraordinary growing his fear of high places lessened. His condition really improved when he moved to a magical place called Norfolk Island. For here on this special island, Harry had to become comfortable with big cliffs and stairs. Particularly stairs as his family moved into a double storey house. After a time Harry took up horse riding and he gradually started to feel secure perched high upon a horse. And well, you should this see Harry now...for these days (so the story goes), he's a boy who willingly climbs trees!!!!!!!!!!!! True. Here's proof...
2 comments:
Way to go Harry!!!! Good Job!!!! I would imagine that there is no better place to climb a tree than on Norfolk Island! :-)
Shelley
Is that the 'treehouse' by the garden steps up to the shed? Did you fix it up? Looks like a great spot. Go Harry, you have come a long way since all that bum scooting down stairs that I remember you doing not so very long ago.
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