I never got to do the exercise I wanted. To climb a mountain, reach the peaks and feel the clouds. I never got to pitch a tent or cook on a Jetboil.
My dad never allowed it when I asked If I could join the school’s Mountaineering Club. My best friend was in the club, even my favorite cousin too. He said it was a waste of time and could damage my skin. Talk about skin crazy. Anyhow, now I’m old. I knew I’ll never make it. I’ll huff and puff all the way to the top..no..probably just a few steps up. I really wish I’ve done it then.
