Originally Posted by
jbwilhelmi
How about flying control line into the side of our brick home at age 12 in the 50's. Took a step forward and smack, impressive crash. Or wrecking the control line airplane my mother built because she was tired of my dad, brother and I were always in the basement. Some pretty fond memories.
A "friend" flying a u control in a pasture killed a horse when the plane, fitted with a sharp nosed Froom spinner, hit it in the neck. We didn't fly there anymore!