There is tree that I am not allowed to climb, for all the years that I was small. On the grounds, where I grow up. It becomes habit not to climb, even when I am a little grown; I go to it, when I have come of age--

( that is a euphemism for something that involved a knife )

--and I see my home from the highest point to which I can climb. And then I make my papa catch me, like I am small again.