One interesting event occurred when I was eight. As a kid, I was always climbing trees and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. So, it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. My older cousin, Nisha, was also on the same tree.
She was hanging on the first big limb, about ten feet below me. Nisha’s mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree began to sway. I remember my dad’s voice over the wind yell, “Rohan, Hold on tightly.” So I did.
The next thing I know, I heard Nisha screaming at the top of her lungs, laying flat on the ground. She had fallen out of the tree. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not.