Somewhat related to this thread: an impassioned piece on the sort of words being slowly filleted out of the Oxford Junior Dictionary:

"It is…

Running into *moving* trees on the other hand, is-

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Ehehe. And just to take things to another plane of geekiness, this is the first thing I thought of with moving trees.

The yeti was much worse though.

and running into static trees isnt funny.

Running into *moving* trees on the other hand, is-

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Emma- has his eyesight been properly tested?

Oh, he's blind as a bat, gets it from his mother. He's short sighted and has astigmatism. He wears glasses, and still runs into trees.

Even as a teenager, I climbed up the outside of buildings at Canterbury university with my mates. Thinking…

Something like this:

http://www.insectnation.org/projects/nightclimbing

Oddly enough, I remember someone (who had spent several very happy years at Cambridge) showing me a copy of this book back when I was a student at Canterbury, and it was clearly a treasured possession. But they do this sort of thing properly in…

But... it is hard to let go and let our little ones do dangerous things. Nevertheless, they do it, which is why we frequently find them about 6m up a tree in our back yard.

I don't have the power-to-weight ratio for climbing any more (obviously) but I'm told I…

Serious question: I used to run into trees/doors/large objects like adults, until it was discovered at age 6, I was a high myope (which definition I used to be quite proud of.) A generation later, my niece was doing the same thing -…

And then when they come to you crying... having just minor-ly injured themselves while doing something that went entirely predictably (by an adult) wrong... and you say to them "So, why do you think I told you not to do that?"

My daughter is the fearless unmanageable daredevil. We leave…

One moment you think to yourself "I need to let them have more freedom, not make so many rules, let them adventure"

And then when they come to you crying... having just minor-ly injured themselves while doing something that went entirely predictably (by an adult)…

But... it is hard to let go and let our little ones do dangerous things. Nevertheless, they…

Mind you it does make me glad that I was brought up in different times and so were my boys...climbing and going adventuring was just out the back door

It's like teleporting, albeit very very slowly.

My new favourite sentence.

Like the Guggenheim, if the Guggenheim were made of tree fungus.

My new favourite concept.