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The Meme not a Meme Thread Part DEUX

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When my Dad was not home, I would climb up the antenna pole to get on the roof of the house and launch my balsa planes. Being up on top of a hill , my planes would fly a very long way to the bottom of the hill.
Once I loaded one up with several firecrackers taped to the wings at the fuselage and launched it off the house. It went straight down the hill and landed in the chicken pen. The chickens, thinking it was something to eat, rushed over to it, and THEN it exploded. Chickens, dirt, and feathers went everywhere and I knew I had just killed some of Dads chickens, thankfully they all survived. I quit launching my bombardier planes from the roof....
 
Thumb tacks give you a nice weight balance and your sibling will “love” how well it flies :poke:
Launching with a rubber band puts them into serious loop-de-loop from the time it leaves your thumb. :lol:

I built three Tiger Moth paper& balsa planes as a kid.....all destroyed by my little brother. They take days/weeks to build.
One ended up with fireworks inside....they burn fast - so realistic. :lol:
 
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