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Originally Posted by Ultramaroon
I once made wings by stapling sheets of paper to a couple long pieces of 1x2. I still remember jumping with complete confidence, the sight of the ground zooming up to me, and the pain of landing. I was five.
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My dad was a junk collector first class. When I was 5 he got a dump truck load of used cinder blocks dropped off for some unknown scheme. The two neighbor kids and I decided to make a fort. None of us were architects (we were 5). Built a very nice cinder block fort which included a roof of blocks placed upon 60 year old barn board planks. It lasted about two days before the whole thing crashed down in the night.
I should be dead.