Launch!
The concept was simple. I would lie on my back with knees tucked into to my chest, feet facing upwards, my 9 year old sister would then sit on my feet whilst I projected her skyward with has much force as my 12 year old legs could muster!

We quickly discovered we could achieve some fairly impressive heights\distances using this technique so we decided to demonstrate this to some friends, however we made one fatal mistake. Up until then all airborne activities took place outside where uneven landings could be met with a nice soft grass, unfortunately on this occasion we decided to utilise the front room of our house for demonstration purposes.

The crowd was hush, I was in position and my little sister had taken her place on the launch pad. Not washing to be lame about the whole thing I summoned all the power my little legs could manage into the effort and with a mighty "Heeeaaavvveee!!!" she was up.. up.. up and CRACK!!!! Straight into the fucking ceiling, head first!

We really hadn't though this through very well as she came tumbling back down like a floppy rag doll only to land on one of those old fashioned wooden chairs! FUCK!

The result:

My sister: One broken arm and all the chocolate she would eat for six weeks

Myself: A severe beating from my parents, 6 months of lectures on how to look after a younger sister and a never ending supply of "remember that time!"
(Minty Hit, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 16:02, Reply)