Yep, I'm sure of it now. Somewhere in the family stuff is an old black and white, 8mm movie of me swinging from a hillside on a grapevine! One small difference is I have a machete that is almost as long as I was tall strapped on. I'm pretty positive that there wasn't a fatal fall into a jagged stump pit though.
Kinda sounds like you're trying to steer us down the perilous road of juvenile lunacy of which I at one time was a shoo-in for the county idiot. My older brother claimed until his dying day that our Momma had dropped me on my head when I was a baby. I argued that point vehemently for years fueling many fights between my brother and me. Now that I am much older and a little wiser, I'm thinking there may be some truth to the story.
Case in point: I'm not sure if we got our first refrigerator, or a new one, but I couldn't help but notice that the cardboard box that it was shipped in had a wooden, reinforcing, framework and to my young, inventive mind, one side of it could possibly be used as a wing...oh, how glorious it will be flying over and around the farm on my cardboard wing, swooping down, teasing the cows, laughing at my jealous friends. These thoughts raced through my mind as I feverishly fabricated a harness out of bailing twine and strapped my wing to my back. There was a brisk breeze blowing that day and knowing that I needed a high point to provide a launch point, I had been eyeing a grain auger parked out back of the barn. Let me tell you, it's not easy climbing up something on a windy day with a six foot cardboard "wing" strapped to your back, but I was not to be denied. When I reached the top of what was a fifteen to twenty foot drop, I won't lie and say that I wasn't a little bit concerned but facing into the wind, with thoughts of glory, I launched myself...think of a falling leaf maneuver with a wing-over to port followed by a face plant into thankfully tilled dirt.
And this was not, by far, the dumbest thing I have done in my life!
One thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.