The "Just Desserts" of Hanging Out

One time when I was younger, I believe around 7 or 8, my brother Bryan and I were out climbing some apple trees which were close to the road. Catching caterpillars was a personal hobby of ours at the time.

So there we were climbing and catching, climbing and catching. We had a competition going at the time of who could catch the most caterpillars before we had to go eat. I was behind by a few, when we heard Mom beckoning us for dinner. Bryan being the obedient son that day (plus he was winning) climbed down out of the tree and ran in to eat. I wanted to win, so I did what every young boy does in that situation and said, "I'll be there in a minute!"

So as I frantically looked for the needed caterpillars I climbed higher up the tree. Out on a branch I saw a nest of caterpillars, which I didn't think I could reach, but being the prideful young man I was, I began venturing out the limb. As I did this my support foot slipped and I lost my grip on the tree. My lightweight body plummeted toward the ground, and then stopped. I felt like I was floating it air, because I kind of was.

I had fallen at just the "right" angle to become suspended by the elastic band in my underwear. That's right; I was dangling in mid air next to the road as cars went past. My body was too light to rip the elastic band. I squirmed and I reached but it was to no avail. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the little hostile twig which had been holding me, released its grip and I fell to the ground.

I limped into the house and my mom reprimanded me for not listening to her as Bryan had. I was too embarassed to explain my predicament in that moment so I took my punishment and received no dessert. It was brownies and I love my brownies!