Really some fond memories. We had a mango tree closed to our house that brings this same memory. My mum would beat us for climbing it because she fear us falling to hurt ourselves or worse, meet with a snake up there. But stubborn as we were, we would always return to the tree when she's out. I guess she didn't understand the beautiful view we had from up there.
I have travelled a lot, living in my 7th apartment now, I miss those memories. I learned sometime last year that the mango tree was sold to some dude who cut it down for timbers. Fond memories.