so there was this one time when i was like 8, and i thought it would be a genius idea to make a "homemade" parachute out of a bedsheet. i climbed up to the roof of our garage, fully convinced i was gonna float down like a feather. spoiler alert: i did not. i jumped, the bedsheet caught the wind for like half a second, and then i just plummeted straight into the bushes. bruises everywhere, my mom was freaking out, and all my friends just laughed their heads off. good times, lol. never tried that again tho. 