My climbing line had an amply supply of length to do more then one job.I untied it from my 'D' ring.I folded the end of it over three or four times,and then quickly took a couple of wraps.I made a loop at the end,and pulled the contraption tightly through the hole.Now,I had a monkey ball to throw.
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I used to love to climb a maple tree in my Grandfather's yard. I could go higher than any of my male cousins because I was lighter. I really must call my cousin and ask if our tree is still there. I often think of that tree when I read your posts. I used to love to sit in the crotch of two branches and daydream. I thought a monkey ball was the fruit of the osage orange tree.
Very good.Yes,that too is called a monkey ball:-)it is also a name of the simple throwing knot I just made in my story.While I am here,I just want you to know I am really a fan of your posts.Your poetry is great
Thank you so much!
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