Dumb Things Done: The Formative Years

In my formative years, I did many dumb things. One time a built a seesaw above a four-foot concrete dropoff between my house and that of my neighbors. I then placed a garbage can on one end of the seesaw, climbed into the trash can, and turned the lid upside down so that I could hold it in place. I then asked some neighbor kids to jump on the other end of the seesaw in order to catapult my primitive ejection capsule into the air. The kids jumped in unison, and I flew into the air and crashed into the side of my house. After clattering around on the pavement for a few seconds, I climbed out of the garbage can with my bell rung. The sheer lack of logic still eludes me.