The branches formed offices where we perched for club meetings. I, being the youngest, always had the lowest office in the tree. For a long time one summer, I couldn't climb across the gap between the three lowest offices and the two highest ones. It required a big step, a long ways off the ground.
I stood many times at that juncture, the older girls egging me on, only to chicken out.
And then one day I got brave and did it. The older girls cheered and I sat in that office I had long coveted, quivering with delight and relief.