Children now don't even know how to climb a tree. No tree in the neighbourhood was safe from me, and I liked to sit at the very top of a pine tree, in the cradle of branches swaying six feet either way. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I caused some slight brain damage when I jumped across an area from a first-floor window and my feet slipped on the concrete lip and I came down *whap* on my eyebrows, splitting one, then fell back into the concrete area. I'm half-convinced my difficulty in recognising faces started then.