the first time I climbed a tree was pretty fucking stupid and ironic cause the only reason i did it was to escape my father. my sis and I were in the car arguing over some trivial shit (i think it was about what pokemon squirtle evolved into? idk) and my dad told us to stop but we wouldnt, so he yelled "SHUT THE FUCK UP" or something of that matter and we both stopped arguing, only I was a tad upset and startled because he had never done this before, so I yelled NO YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP (i had no i dea what i tmeant, i just thought it was natural for people to say this sort of thing to each other). He slows down and turns off the car, and at this point he starts to ramble about something incoherent (idk some random cursing in german or whatnot) and then gives me the stare of death. At this point I hop out of the car and start pacing for my life. I see a tall oak tree (i assume it was an oak tree) and start to climb it only to see my fat ass father behind me with a look of terror in his eyes, grabbing at my pants and ripping me to the grass, right before beating the shit out of me with his belt. And the kicker was it was real close to a near by community park so the joke was on him lol
I used to get beat alot when I was a kid, but thats what happens when you grow up on the black side of your family. My dad's family is really sweet and caring where as my mom's is fucking ghetto.
god damn black people ;~;