I still look at trees and calculate the route I would take to the top.
I remember looking up at the big maple behind my house, hearing the voices of my grandson and his best buddy, far out of sight in the top branches, and biting my tongue; who am I to say, “Be careful!” when I would be up there with him if I still could. Better, when he saw me watching, to send him a smile and a Thumbs Up!
When he did break his arm, it was from falling off the piano in his living room.
“… una isla que sólo tú conoces,” Islands too few, too far between; treasure islands.