One winter when I was about ten, my friend guy and I decided we would fly like a turkey. Guy being older and the boss wanted to go first. We bot broom sticks and tied turkey wings on them and then tied those to Guy’s arms. We put a ladder in the barn loft, I got on the ladder and gave him a push. He was going to fly around the barn 3 or 4 times then I would get to fly. Guess you know, he fell and hurt himself pretty bad. I didn’t get to solo and I haven’t to this day!
~Don