Ever since he was a little boy Chris had admired tree climbing. The boy lived in trees when he was little even though his parents would joke that he was a monkey and sometimes he had thought he was a monkey at times. Now that he had just turned seventeen he doubt he could still climb trees. Chris looked and he thought of an idea of climbing a tree to check. Chris walked over the tree in a pair of tattered jeans, a pair of white converse, and a black shirt. Chris went to the nearest branch and stepped on it and he went to the next till he got to a sitting spot.
Chris wondered whether it was real smart to climb tree. Soon Chris heard nearby voices and he froze. Chris looked and he wondered whether it was his parents walking with his little brother or not. Chris looked and he looked and he thought and he sat in the tree. The Moonwood looked around and he laughed a little.
Chris then heard them coming closer.
Chris looked and he jumped out of the tree and he was thrilled he landed feet first.