Yesterday , I found my seven-year-old son high up this favourite tree. He was in tears .
"Why are you crying ?" I asked , a bit worried
"I never want to grow up . NEVER!" was his response .
I was confused for a moment . Fortunately. I was wise enough not to start a lecture about how nice it is to be mature .
I just asked the question , "Why?"
"Because grown - ups don't climb trees " he said . "You're wrong". I said
"Lots of grown -ups climb trees.
Firefighters rescue kitties . Tree surgeons heal sick trees .
Telephone service men install phone wiring "He replied " Oh !
I guess I can grow up then !".
The text is about
a mother worried about her son growing up.
a woman discouraging a child from climbing a tree
a young boy's fear of becoming an aldult.