Rina had always been a curious little girl, the kind who believed every branch held a secret and every leaf whispered a story. So when she announced one sunny afternoon that she wanted to walk on a tree, her family wasn’t surprised—though they were certainly amused by how excited she became.
The moment Rina spotted the old mango tree in her grandmother’s backyard, her eyes widened like she had discovered a magical world. The tree was tall, with strong, crooked branches stretching in all directions. Sunlight filtered through its leaves, casting golden freckles across the ground. To Rina, it looked like an adventure waiting to happen.
“Grandma! Grandma! I wanna walk on the tree!” she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. Her voice was filled with such eagerness that even the birds perched on the branches paused, as if curious about the commotion.
Her grandmother laughed softly. “Walk on the tree? You mean climb it?”
“No, walk on it!” Rina insisted, using her hands to demonstrate. “Like this! Step, step, step on the branches!”
Her grandmother smiled. “Alright, little explorer. Let’s see what we can do.”
Rina’s reaction as she approached the tree was absolutely adorable. She lifted one foot dramatically, as though preparing for a grand performance. Her tiny hands stretched out like wings for balance. She looked at the tree with wide, sparkling eyes—half excited, half nervous.
“Can I really walk on it?” she asked.
“You can try,” her grandmother encouraged gently. “But remember, the tree is old. Be careful and go slowly.”
Rina nodded with the seriousness of someone given a royal mission. She placed her foot on the lowest branch, holding tightly to the trunk. The moment her foot touched the rough wood, she gasped, surprised by the texture. But her surprise quickly turned into pure joy.
“It feels like… like a dinosaur skin!” she announced.
Her grandmother chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yes! Dinosaurs are cool!”
Little by little, Rina climbed until she reached a wide branch that sat just a little above her grandmother’s height. To her, it felt like the top of the world. She stood there carefully, her arms stretched out, wobbling a bit but determined.
“I’m walking! I’m walking on the tree!” she declared proudly.
Her grin was so big that her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk. Her eyes sparkled with triumph and wonder. Every step she took was filled with a mix of bravery, excitement, and childlike innocence. She kept turning back to make sure her grandmother was watching, waving enthusiastically each time.
“Look at me! I’m a tree-walker!”
Her grandmother applauded. “Yes, you are, sweetheart.”
For a few minutes, Rina simply enjoyed the moment—feeling the breeze, hearing the leaves rustle, and pretending she was part of the tree itself. Her cute reaction, her laughter, her tiny gasps of amazement made the whole scene feel magical.
When she finally climbed down, she hugged the tree gently. “Thank you, tree,” she whispered.
Her grandmother smiled, knowing she had just watched a small but unforgettable childhood adventure.
