...the tree has to be at least 100 feet tall he thought to himself. It is huge. First five no problem. Wow, it's the top and the view was awesome. He had climbed the huge pine tree and felt so proud of himself. He looked down at all his friends just looking up at him. Then....there was a crackling sound...then another, and another, and another. There was a quick blur and then the ground. He had fell out of the tree and hit the ground with a thud. Landing on the hard ground didn't even phase him. He was just happy he made it to the top.

Why did he climb the tree? Why did he feel so compelled to get to the top? Was it for his friends, to show off? Was it that he had to accomplish something? Was the view that great?
The boy had no fear...all he wanted to do was get to the top and enjoy himself...no fear. He wanted to enjoy what was out there, what was given to him. There was no video games, no cell phones, no texting, just outside.

When's the last time you enjoyed what was out there, given to you without the "worldly" games distracting you? Just a thought...