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Sober is the only way for me to fly now a days.

Hi, Em, did you try to fly off the top of the chicken coop with your tights and cape?

But, it should have worked. At 5 years old, I bounced. I no longer bounce at 70. We had actually tried it in the field in back of the house. I just figured that we needed more elevation. Wonder why the other kids wouldn't try it?

NO SPEEDOS! They don't fit anymore.:lau

No tutu! I just had the Superman tights, a cape crafted from Mom's curtains, a large kite like apparatus--- thirty foot down the roof of the chicken coop- run like h*ll into the wind- leap off the roof- SPLAT! Chickens and feathers flying into all corners of the pen- gasping for air- I...

Wait a minute, I wore more than just the cape. I had tights too, and I ran into the wind. I still think it should have worked.

Sorry, Spookwriter, it's the return of the kleptothreadiac. Birds are meant to fly: bird, mrbird, sirbird soon to be kingbird has returned.

No, the fact of the matter is that I did have a cape. Sort of like a giant kite--still didn't work. SPLAT:ep

Hey, I didn't land on my head. Only knocked the wind out of myself. Had to do it. I had assured all the other kids that we could fly, and none of them would try it. Yeah, they all did better in school too.:lau

Congratulations! You can fly, you can fly? Well, really not. I tried it 65 years ago off the top of the long runway like chicken coop- right into the chicken yard. Kids went running to the house, "Mrs W., Mrs W., Georgie killed himself.