I use to think I could jump off our roof holding an umbrella and live. I didn't feel so bad though when my Nan told me that when my father was a boy, she was sitting down having tea with a neighbour and saw first his brother, and then him go downwards in the sitting room window. She didn't think much of it at first but then she did a double take and remembered the sitting room was on the first floor and they had a three story houseOriginally Posted by fwan
I used to think i could fly by jumping off the coffee table with teatowels