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I used to climb the same tree almost every day after school. Over time I developed a very carefully designed plan for scaling it and for coming back down. Always the same moves. The final descent move was to grab a horizontal branch about 10 feet off the ground and swing from it, hanging by my hands, then drop to the ground.
I did this for a year or so. I was young, growing, getting bigger and heavier.
One day I climbed the tree, sat there for a while, started back down, grabbed the branch for my final tarzan swing move. The branch broke clean off. I fell straight down. Since I was swinging, my legs were out in front of me and I landed right on my ass. The branch, still firmly in my hands, followed; it thumped me, hard, on the top of my head.
I sat there on the ground with a knot on my head, a very sore tailbone, a bruised ass, and a very bruised ego.
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