Chandler Being Chandler

I’m not sure which strand of DNA propelled Chandler to randomly run up tree trunks and do back flips.

Location didn’t matter. In high school at Santa Margarita, he was known to have a favorite back-flipping tree.

But he didn’t discriminate. If there were no trees around, a tall fence, a rooftop, or even a kitchen counter would suffice. A bridge was even better.

I apologize to every parent who took Chandler along on their family vacation only to be traumatized when they glanced up just in time to see him jump.

I do not have that strand of DNA. I don’t get it. What I do get is that my son leaned into the moment, true to who he was…fearless. He didn’t do it for anyone else. He was just Chandler being Chandler.