I am sitting on my bed, nursing cuts and bruises on my legs as I type this. Amazingly, these wounds don’t hurt at all. Instead, I feel the sweet rush of pain mingled with pride. After all, I have accomplished something I’d always wanted to do ever since I was a child reading stories of the Berenstein Bears. Today, for the first time, I climbed up a fruit tree and swung on its braches. And fell off it, to be exact.