About 5 or 6 years ago. Picking apples (pippins) from the tree in my backyard. Fresh applesauce, yum.
I was a real tree climber as a kid, and I helped my sons up onto tree branches before they could walk so they wouldn’t be afraid. That’s one lesson that actually worked.
When I was about 12, I asked my mother plaintively, “Do I have to stop climbing trees?” I was aware by then that it wasn’t considered ladylike behavior and that I was supposed to be acting more grown up. She said, “Honey, you can climb trees until you’re a hundred if you want to.”
That might help to explain why I am the way I am.