There once was a boy who found a magnificent tree, standing alone in a field of wild flowers and green grasses. He circled its trunk with his hand gently touching its weathered and aging bark. "I will climb you one day." He announced to its branches. "If I could only grow but a few extra inches!"

He returned to the tree nearly every day that summer. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, something that can only be experienced in ones youth. Oh how his imagination took him on fantastic adventures, of pirates and treasures of heroes and villains. Secret missions around the world and rockets to mars.

On the last day of summer he played on well past dinner. From the edge of the field he could hear his dad calling. Dejectedly he sauntered back home with his hands in his pockets, glancing back at his unconquered mountain of branches.

As seasons changed so did the boy. Eventually he became tall enough to scale its branches but...