Mom and Dad had planted these aspens next to the house which, when they were small were just the right distance but when they grew up, seemed very very close to the house. It made a wonderful natural ladder up to the roof.
I became quite adept at climbing and would do so often when Mom and Dad left to go on a date or other function...since that was the only time I could do so without getting in trouble. I often thought it genius for people living on the ocean to make widow's landings...THEY knew that people wanted to be up on the roof.
I would often bring a big bowl of buttered, salted popcorn with me and sit on the west side of the roof. That was the best place. I would sit up there and watch the sun set, the moon, the stars, eating my popcorn and keeping an eye and an ear out for our white Toyota coming over the hill.
I would then slink over the top of the roof, down the tree, in through the sliding glass door and be, when my parents walked in, happily where ever they thought I was supposed to be.
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