[redwitch]

My was a continual thing. I wanted to fly so very, very bad. I tried everything -- umbrella, balloons, sheet for a parachute, gliding cause I was just an itty bitty thang .... I jumped from trees, barn lofts, barn roofs, third floors, small overhangs. I broke a few bones and it was a small miracle I didn't kill myself.

As a teen, my major bonehead move was hitchhiking from NJ to CA. Mom had been sick and I had to stay with some friends for the last half of my junior year. Oscar took me to the airport to fly home but couldn't stay. I cashed in the ticket and started hitching. Amazingly, not a bit of trouble the whole way -- some couples did offer me money to take a bus home and fed me, etc. When I hit AZ, I called my brother to come get me. Mom never knew what I had done (I'd called her and said I was staying with a friend for a couple of weeks before flying home and Oscar just assumed I'd told Mom I was on my way home).