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It was a misty mid winter morning when I accepted the undeniably foolish challenge to climb the towering oak tree that stood at the back of our homestead. Root then trunk, trunk to branch and branch again, I ascended the tree. I was nearly to the top when I mistook what I thought to have been a trustworthy branch for a rotted stick. It cast me down, plunging, plummeting, painfully hitting branches as I made my unpleasant descent. I woke to find blisters and bruises bound by bandages in bed.