I grew up in a house surrounded by many easy to climb trees,
You could always find me up in one of them.
High up in the tree, it was my hiding place, my refuge,
away from everyone and the troubled world below.
It was my way of escape.
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tHE TRutH iS, iF yOU aRE sTRanDEd,tHEre'S nO bETteR pLAcE tO bE ThAN oN ThIs SuNnY iSLaND....