Oh my god, when I was about three years old, my brother's and thier friends dared me to knock on a neighbours window, I was too scared, so they told me all I had to do was knock, and run away flapping my arms and I would "fly", being so young i believed them and wanted them to be proud of me, I remember them lifting me over the fence, knocking on the window, turning to run, and started flapping like mad

, I must not have had my "weetabix" though as it didn't work

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The man called the police and a bobby came to our house, Imagine his suprise when the young hooligan in question, didn't even come up to his knees!!!
Never really trusted my older brothers after that,Brothers who'd have em!!