Today when I walked into the climbing gym, I felt like I belonged. The dude at the counter knew my name, signed me in, we joked around and then my friend and I jumped up on the wall after saying "hi" to some other fellow climbers. I was feeling a little fatigued today but my buddy still told me to try a 5.10 with an overhang. (climbing with a top rope starts at 5.6 and goes up to like 5.13) It was my first 5.10 of the year and after some resting, I DID it! I didn't think I could but I got lots of encouragement and support. It was awesome and I felt so bad ass. I started climbing... well... Im not exactly sure. I've been climbing since before I can remember. I dont remember learning how to climb. Its like walking or talking, I couldn't tell you the moment it happened, Ive just always been doing it. Climbing is a part of me and while I may not be the best at it, it feels almost second nature. I thank my family. Without my dad getting us out to Devils Lake on wee...