Harry and I had always played around the water tower. The water tower served as base in many games. It was also a popular spot to ride our bikes and perform stunts. We would even climb a few feet up one of the water tower legs occasionally and jump off.
But one day we looked up one of those long silvery legs and we had an idea. I don't know about Harry, but I actually heard its cold, metallic voice whisper "Climb me". I can imagine the two of us looking up, then slowly looking down and turning toward each other, and without uttering a word both start heading up the leg.
Harry went first. As soon as he was a few feet above my head I started climbing up after him. We were going for a new height record. And who knows? Maybe we would make it all the way to the top! In the top picture above, you can see the two horizontal rings that go around the legs at 1/3 and 2/3 the way up. We soon made it to the lower ring. Wow, what a view! But there was more. So we continued the climb.
Upon reaching the upper ring, I noticed I could look over our garage and see into our back yard. I could see the sidewalk that led from the garage to the back patio. I could even see the back patio. And who was that sitting there on the patio in a lawn chair? I think he's looking up at us. Uh-oh, it's. . .
Our grandpa, with cigarette in hand, who had been watching us for a couple of minutes noticed we saw him. I will never forget those six little words he clearly shouted, clear even from our high altitude: "Get your a--es down from there!"
Without hesitation, we took his advice. And that was the highest I have ever climbed on the water tower.
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