Me in a tree

When I was little I loved to climb trees. My Mom called me "Mrs. Monkey". I climbed alot of trees; big ones, little ones, skinny ones, fat ones. One day I was climbing a tree and a dog came running and it started barking up the tree. So I climbed higher. I climbed so high that I got scared and I wouldn't come down. I sat up there for at least an hour calling my Mom. By then the dog was gone, but I was so scared I didn't come down. Finally she came out and I refused to come down and she had to call the fire department. So the fire department came and got me down.

Another story was when my Mom climbed up a tree while Larry, her new boyfriend, and Anna were down by the lake. My Mom started saying, "Anna, Anna, I'm stuck! Come help me!" Some lady actually thought she was stuck so she called the fire department. By the time they actually arrived, my Mom was already down. She was so embarassed because she had to explain to them she was just messing around! When she told me the story I thought it was funny.