Imagine waking up in a tightly sealed box only to hear the sound of dirt hitting the top of the box as you are being buried alive. As you look around, you can only see the faint outline of your hands as you hold them a half and inch from your face. When you breathe through your nose you can only smell the funeral home, where you have been laying for the past week. You then feel around the padded surroundings to see if you can push your way out, but by this time there is too much dirt to escape. Finally you give up all hope, lie in the coffin, and watch your whole life flash before your eyes.
             I was playing outside with my neighbors one day, when I decided to climb the highest tree in my woods. It just so happened that the tallest tree was also the most dangerous tree in the whole woods. All of the bark had fallen off, and there was not a single leaf on that tree. There was always a vulture perched right on the top branch. I then walked up to the tree, took a big breath and started my way up to the top.
             When I reached an eighth of the way to the top, I stepped on a branch and heard a big crack. Suddenly the branch detached off the tree and fell on the ground right beside my neighbors. After the branch almost killed my neighbors I could hear them yelling, "Adam, come down it isn't safe." I ignored their concerned yelling, and for some reason I continued on, knowing that it wasn't safe. Up and up I went, not knowing which branch is safe, and which branch is not. I stopped half way to the top, and looked around only to see that I wasn't looking up at the trees, I was now looking down at them. Feeling a little frightened I decided that I should come down, before I got seriously hurt.
             On my way down, I was doing just fine until I got to the spot were that branch fell off of the tree. Without a branch to step down on, I was stuck thirty feet in the air. I then thought to myself, maybe I can...