Guinea Pig

He was telling me the story of Daedalus & Icarus

as he tied fir boughs on my arms with baling twine

I was eight and gullible

He was fourteen and filled with vision & dreams

Some day he would become an engineer, but

for today, I was again, his guinea pig as he

prepared me for flight from our 12 foot woodshed

He was my best friend and brother and

oh how I adored him!

The roof had a four foot pitch- enough, he figured,

for me to run flapping to the top and launch

into the stratosphere

Run, Sister, run! He hollered

My mother, ever vigilant, heard from inside the

 kitchen, stepped out onto the porch

and yelled: Stop! Do not jump!

Luckily, I screeched to a halt just at

the precipice and cheated death once again

However, my guinea pig role did not

end that day

Funny, my brother was such a sweetheart, I don’t

remember him ever being punished

Seems, everyone tolerated his “creativity”

I, more than tolerated it, I was a joyful

participant  and survivor!

Ah, the adventurous days of youth…

Having some sweet summer memories...Too hot to go outside, so I enjoy some wild memories until it cools down. 101 degrees on my thermometer yesterday, it has cooled considerably today. Where are wings when I want them?

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