Hanging from the catalpa

When I was 13, I was a featherweight of a kid, weighing in at 99 pounds. I had just finished grade eight, and had enjoyed being on the wrestling team. But I was still a bit of a weakling, and I wasn't yet able to do a chinup. The next best thing was hanging from tree branches. We had a catalpa tree in the back yard at the cottage, and there was this one branch that was the perfect height to hang from, 8 feet off the ground. It became a bit of an endurance test between Graham and I and a place to hang out. The next year I was finally strong enough to do a chinup, and soon I was doing 10. Well the tree is gone, but it's fun to remember one of the many ways I enjoyed the catalpa.