when my sister and i were young, around 7, we were in a park and hating our babysitter was again the pasttime of choice. I'm not really sure why we hated her with the fire we did, but who knows with children? So my sister and i are debating ways of making our escape when my sister says "i wish i could fly." To which i replied.. "of course you can fly, you just need ot find soemthing tall enough to jump from and flap your arms real hard." She then climbed to the top of the tallest slide in the park and jumped. She didn't fly. So she came back down tied an arm of each sweater around her neck and the other end to her hand (so the body of the sweatshirt stood out like wings) and tried again..
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