Anyhow here is a short story of when I was little, remember names changed to protect the innocent (ha,ha,ha). I was too little to remember this. This is my parents’ memories.
“John where is Tessa?” Carol was tearing around the house looking for her, but she couldn’t find her anywhere.
“She has to be here. How could she get out of the house?” John starts searching now.
They happen to look out the window and see Tessa walking across the top of the swing set. John starts running to the door, but Carol stops him, “If you scare her she will fall. Wait til she gets to the other side.”
Nervously they watch her progress across the swing set. She is so small and balancing on the top bar. She finally hits the end of the bar and climbs down.
John and Carol run outside to scold her and to stop her trying it again. Just last week they found she had climbed out of the crib and up the side of the chest of drawers and was standing on top wiggling around inches from the window.