As a parent one often reflects back on their own childhood. I was thinking about my love for apples this weekend and recalled some cool childhood memories. The apples currently available in our local markets are so damn good they took me back to my youth.
When I was in middle school I’d get home before any of my siblings. For some reason I was never given a house key. I suppose when you have seven kids you can’t give them all a key and I had a knack for losing them. I would usually hang out on the porch until one of my older siblings got home. There were days though when they would never arrive. On those days I had a couple options available to me.
Option 1: go in the backyard, pluck an apple from the tree and enjoy. This is something I did often. It was a relaxing way to kill time and tempered my hunger pangs. The golden delicious apples were just that, delicious. Nothing beats an apple right off the tree. I’d lounge in the backyard until someone came home. Sitting on the front porch made me feel like a loser, chilling in the backyard was my little hideaway.
Option 2: slyly sneak around the south side of the house after ditching my books on the front porch. I would then survey the scene and if nobody was within eye shot, I’d climb the smooth green barked vine maple tree. I’d ramble up this tree quickly, like a monkey, and get up on the second floor roof. Once up on the roof there was almost always one window unlocked. Usually my parents bathroom window was open. (sidenote: seeing a parent on the toilet –> traumatic) It probably wasn’t the best way to enter your own house, but I loved the rush of climbing the tree.
Tangent: Some days when I needed time to myself, I’d climb that same tree and hang out for an hour or so. Nobody could ever find me in my little sanctuary. This tree offered me much comfort as a child and allowed me to appreciate nature. Sure our house was big enough for seven kids, but there were days when even Little Egan needed to be alone.
Here’s my confession. I’ve had a strong desire to climb trees recently. I can’t really say why, but I think it might be my desire to touch base with nature again. Is it wrong for a 34 year old man to climb trees? It’s a bit dangerous, sure. I suppose I could buy a red sports car instead and call it good. The red sports car has never been my style, but climbing trees was a huge passion of mine until I was about 15 years old.
"Hey Egan, what are you doing?"
"Nothing babe, I’m just climbing trees to touch base with my youth. Wanna come?"
"Egan, you can get apples from the grocery store. No need to climb trees silly boy."