Will Squier

Because it was there.
I was lucky enough to grow up in a small town in CT at a time when there were more farms than subdivisions. A hundred acres of woods right outside our backdoor. No gates, no signs, no day passes. And no people.
That's where I connected to my monkey roots. ( we should never have left the trees. Life would be better with a prehensile tail!)
I climbed every tree i could.I had to check out the view.
I was able to see Sleeping Giant (a mt and state park) from half way up the giant pinetree. No one believed me when I said I could see it from our property until I showed them the tree.
I loved that mighty giant even though it was positioned at the very end of a narrow sled run. We would fly down the hill on our very flexible flyers avoiding hazards right and left.
I can't remember which one of us, maybe Burrington, he avoided the tree but had to bale or he would have ended up in Mill River. (More of a stream, really)
Anyway, all that preamble to tell you I made it to the roof of my house. The climb out the 2nd story window was a challenge. Atop Crow's Nest.
Maybe I'll sleep here tonight. Cool.