The Exploits of an Ugly Ducky

When I was a young girl, around the age of eight, I wanted nothing more than to climb.  I would climb trees, my house and even my mom's car.  I would grind caulk from the black board, stuff it into a bag and pretend that I was climbing the highest, most hardcore rock ever climbed.  It had always been a dream of mine to climb.  My family was lower middle class and had a hard enough time paying the rent let alone paying for climbing trips.  I look back on my previous desire to become a climber and do not see it with shame or pity but utter disbelief.  I finally got and now have something that I have always wanted and nothing besides horrible misfortune or disaster can take it away from me.  Finally.  Thanks for reading and you will see me around.