I remembered recently how much I love to climb. When I was young, I used to climb trees constantly. I lived in this place of “no fear.” Until one day it happened, I fell off of a tree, high up off the ground, landed flat on my back and had the wind knocked out of me. From that day on, I was afraid. Til that moment, I was carefree and unafraid. I miss that feeling. In so many things that can happen, fear sets in which removes the joy that once reigned. I want to go back to those moments where the joy was undeniable and the fear died.