Learn to fly

This came up at lunch today, as we talked about the dumber things we did when we were kids.
To illustrate here, I was trying to find the clip from The Greatest American Hero where a little kid tells the hero precisely how to fly. "Take three running steps, and jump," or something along those lines...
The reason this fits into our little lunch conversation is that this actually seemed to my little 6-year-old mind to be a perfectly plausible explanation for learning how to fly, and that was precisely what I wanted to do. No more Superman imitation jumping off the sofa for me! I was gonna do the real thing, just like the Greatest American Hero!
So, I set up a futon mattress at the end of a long hallway, "just for precaution" in case it didn't work.
It didn't work, but not for want of trying. I kept taking those three running steps and jumping...and landing on the mattress.
Eh, oh well.
One thing that did occur to me today at lunch is that while I had prudently set up a mattress to catch me when I fell, I never prepared for the possibility that this flying trick might actually work. I would have flown directly into a bathroom and then into a wall. Convenient, though, as that was where the band aids were.
I clearly should have thought that through more thoroughly.
Being a kid had it's moments.