There was a lot close to our neighborhood where people flew their model airplanes
Dad would pull over and stop, and we would get out and watch
I was around five at the time
I wanted one of those planes
Dad said no
So I nailed two pieces of wood together and attached two little pill bottles filled with water for gas tanks
I announced that my model plane would fly
My parents told me not to get my hopes up
They were right
It didn’t fly.