When I stayed at my Mom’s house some girls came up the hill from the by the way neighborhood to try and climb a far little bent tree there I didn’t thin they would break their nexks and lent them my nylon work rope to play with.
They played nice tying the rope up high there before all the branches get in the way. Then they could lean back and walk part way up the tree.
I didn’t stand there and stare at them playing. That’s just what fun they had with the rope. I’ve got a daughter, and have been around children a lot. Let them play is my attitude.
I saw them with Daddy down the hill one time, and him all scowling. Our tree was a new tree to them. There had been some trimming done. The kids had jeu,per the fence.
Too bad they didn’t come around anymore, though I’d be right to be afraid of it in this day and age when enjoying the company of strangers not your age on the planet especially is cause for worry about the destruction of the children’s bit of innocence in this life before it is wrecked on the shoals of TV or what was used to be in the truck. “Let me show you the guns and rubbers I’ve got.”
Who knows maybe daddy friars others because he is some kind of freak. It happens that way plenty.