What we are looking at here is snapshot of one of the many times during my highschool days where I thought I was really cool. Because what could be cooler than strapping a mask that limits visibility and climbing a half rotted tree in the middle of the night? Well I'll tell you, having your friend snap a picture with a high power flash so you can show all your friends how freaky you can be. What never entered into my mind was this. I could barely see, I was in a very old tree, and the little visibility I had was completely destroyed by that the flash on that canon 3.1 megapixel camera. So what did I do, the only thing I could, climbed higher to be cooler. Unfortunately in my excited one more thing didn't occur to me, those dried out and weak branches were thinner, drier, and weaker the higher you went. I made it about 10 more feet before snap and was able to make great time getting down. Somewhere between .2 and .7 seconds according to witnesses. Me and about 1/16 of the tree's total mass smashed into the ground from about 16 feet up. I made it out with a large number of scratches, bruises, and the wind completely knocked out of me. The tree lost several limbs.