A gentle, rustling breeze blew across the field causing the long grass to dance against our bare arms. We burst into a fit of giggles, the lull of peace and quiet beckoning us further into the meadow. We stopped at the foot of a large oak, jaws hanging in awe at its formidable size. Feelings of satisfaction over finding a tree of our own overwhelmed us, and twin, unconstrained grins spread across our faces. A single glance conveyed that we were sharing the same thoughts and eagerly we scrambled to the edge of the trunk. Together, we climbed the oak, pointing out ideal places to grip and step on, and places to avoid. I hoisted myself onto the first branch and helped you drag yourself up to me. At the next branch, you gave me a boost and then proceeded to shimmy your way up whilst making sure that your bag wouldn't fall off. By the third branch we were already worn out, so after hoisting ourselves up one last time, we chose to settle atop the rough bark of the tree branch.
