I'm not sure what triggered this memory, but I thought I might share it.

A couple of years ago, I was walking around with some friends in this neighborhood. We finished all the walking we wanted to do, but still had time to kill before we met up with the rest of the group to head home. So we found this meticulously manicured, vibrantly green lawn in front of this old lady's house. It had a great view of the town and these perfectly kept, beautiful flower beds filled with blooming buds of red and white and pink. We sat and talked for a while, resting and staring up at the clear blue sky. Eventually, this nice, big oak tree caught our attention (I think it was an oak. Maybe not. The kind of tree isn't really that important). It was a great tree for climbing, with wide, thick branches and well-distributed foliage. So we climbed it. Like teenage monkeys. With brand new cell phones. Well, two of us climbed down because it was about time to leave, but my other friend (we'll call him Isaac, although that's entirely fictional and not even close to his real name) stayed up there. And just as an older gentleman from the town was walking by, Isaac emptied out his entire water bottle right there from the branches of the tree. Oh man, the look on that old guy's face was hilarious.

By the way, when I say neighborhood, I mean London. And when I say old lady, I mean the Queen of England. When I say house, I mean Buckingham Palace. And when I say water bottle, I mean bladder.