When I was 7 years old I broke my wrist. I spent most of my free time as a kid climbing trees and one evening after dinner I was climbing in my usual spot right outside my house, but when I jumped off a branch to land on the ground, I landed on my hand. My wrist was broken. Today, while running errands with my friend Pete, we stopped by his brothers house and memories of my childhood flooded back as I watched his niece Sydney climb high in the tree in their front yard. A girl after my own heart. I couldn't help but snap some pictures of this sweet girl. Enjoy!
The one below is my absolute favorite.
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