The year was 1959 and I lived on a street with a cement sidewalk with a very small incline. There were a bunch of us neighborhood kids that played together on summer days. I was four years older than my brother and being that far ahead in age had some benefits and some disadvantages.
Major advantage, he was smaller than I was. Major disadvantage, he was smaller than I was. How can this be a benefit and a liability? If you are playing with a flexy flyer you can fit three to four kids on it if you really cram yourselves on top of each other. If your the biggest, you have to push and then jump onto the very back of the flexy. The person in front had to steer with the hands or his feet.
We tried all kinds of configurations. Me lying on my stomach and the others sitting on top of me. My brother sitting on front steering, my friend a very skinny, knobby knee’d, Cathy P. next. She was very limber almost like a contortionist. My other friend, Peggy with legs wrapped around Cathy P. and then finally me. That was a lot of weight to push. I lived on the corner and the game was to see if we could make it to Cathy P’s house in one push. Cathy lived mid block.
With my brother at the front and skinny Cathy next, then Peggy and a small place for me to put my feet after the final push, we start our ride. I start pushing. I pass our house and push another 35 feet into the next door neighbors 50 foot expanse and finally I jump on when the sidewalks incline starts to gain momentum. We’re screaming and yelling all at the same time with my brother attempting to steer the craft with his feet, all of the sudden instead of steering, he brakes.
In slow motion the flexy tips to one side popping a major wheely and four kids go flying into Mrs. Cravetes front lawn, which that summer was particularly dry. Head over heels, major wipeout, we all laughed so hard we nearly peed ourselves. There were a couple of bruised knees or scraped elbows. We all decided next time around someone else better steer.