We were at Ben’s soccer game in Dover, and I had ventured over by the baseball dugout with you, Molly, Jack and Madigan because you all wanted to be free and run around vs. sit in one place.

Close to the field, there are four tall poles, joined at the tops on each end, forming a rectangle.  During baseball season, the poles are covered with a net and the area inside is used for pitching and hitting practice.

Trying to figure out something you could do that would enable me to still watch some of Ben’s game, I asked you and Molly if you knew how to climb poles.  A motivational lightning bolt seemed to strike you because in an instant you had grabbed hold and were scaling great heights. That’s you in the pink shirt, upper left in the first photo.

Although the poles must be 20-or so feet high, you were – and are – fearless.  At one point you wanted to climb across the horizontal pole to the next vertical pole!  I had to tyell you, “Ainsley, do not go to the right across that pole, stay where you are.”  You would have done it, and I’m pretty darned sure you would have succeeded.  But it was too high a span – if something happened, you would have fallen a long way down and hurt yourself big time (or me, trying to catch you!).

Molly had never climbed that kind of distance, so it took her awhile to learn and get the hang of it.  The two of you took off your shoes and socks and at times spit on your feet to give you more traction.  I was amazed at  your strength and endurance and fearlessness!