(A long story awaits you!)

Those who know me personally also know I like to climb trees for a hobby. Well I have a story for you guys (it feels more like a boast to me lol). I was going around climbing trees tonight, and I typically climb the same two trees every time. I was on my way down the last one and about to call it a night when my headphones fly off my ears as I let go of the relatively high branch to land on the ground. I assume they are still attached to me, but they are completely gone.

I'm thinking,"Crap! Where'd they go?!" I search the ground everywhere, but I can't find them. At this point, wearing my glasses might have been helpful because I can't see and it's dark. I have my cellphone as a "light" but I still can't find anything. I figure they are probably still in the tree.

I climb back up in the tree, climb onto the branch I jumped from initially, and lean on it with my cellphone still acting as a light. I'm holding on to a pretty thick branch that feels pretty sturdy. Now I've never hurt myself climbing trees nor have I ever fallen, but darn it that branch I was holding on to was DEAD!! It snaps right in my hand and I'm coming down without fail. I literally role off the branch without so much as a whimper(I didn't have time to be scared) and fall about ten or fifteen feet until my back meets the ground. I lay there for a second thinking,"I can't get up." I was hoping that I wasn't injured because I was in some serious pain and was kinda delirious. I sit up though and realize that I'm ticked off and my neck is REEEEEALLY stiff. lol I reached for my phone which I dropped on the way down, and stand up.

I think I realized that I'm hella stubborn tonight because I got my bike, rode home, got my glasses and a flash light that shines L for L in Deathnote, and went back to find my headphones. It took a while, and I even got back in the tree (stupid I know ); but I found them...on the ground of course. I then thanked God for making me stubborn (otherwise I wouldn't have found them). They are rather special to me because my mom gave them to me--not to mention they're the only ones I really have that are portable anyway.

Gosh, though! Falling backwards without control is such a surreal feeling. I now know I'm not really afraid of heights, though. The funniest thing about it was my reaction to being hurt. I thought,"It would be so lame if I was injured by something this rediculous." Not that I condone fighting, but I always thought my first serious injury would be from a fight or something. Oh well.