Of all the various modes of transportation that were quickly evolving in the first half of the twentieth century, however, flight was the one that enthralled the boys most completely. Besides building make-believe fuselages in which to experience hours of imaginative fligh
t, they also got the idea to try their hand at actual aeronautics. Having rescued an impressive sheet of thin wood from a packing crate, the boys set about building a frame, which they covered with the plywood, ultimately crafting a wing spanning over six feet. They attached webbing through which a brave pilot could slip his arms and quickly nominated Claire to be that brave pilot. Surveying the various runways available to them, the boys decided upon Freddy’s slope-roofed garage, which was deemed perfect for their initial challenge to gravity’s relentless law. All Claire had to do was take a running leap and surely, like the hapless Icarus before him, he’d soar! And so, with arms stretched under the expanse of wing, Claire ran and then dove head first off the garage, hoping its seven-foot height would give him the time and air space he needed to ascend. It didn’t, and soon his chest and chin plowed through the newly planted grass in the sandy loam below. For their part, Freddy and David were certain that just before he crashed, the audacious aviator was gaining altitude! That said, they were never able to convince Claire to give it another go.