Believer

The funny thing is, most of my friends and I had little money, usually what we could scrape up by mowing yards, sacking groceries, etc. Most of the planes we flew were crashed repeatedly, and often suffered some kind of damage. We learned very quickly to repair even the Cox planes (of course, the balsa variety were much easier to repair) in order to have something to fly. Often we would trade something for a plane some other kid had crashed and given up on. We would dig into our parts stashes, use some plastic cement or epoxy, and get it back into the air. Fortunately the Cox and Testor's/McCoy engines were practically indestructable, and were transferred from wreck to wreck. What fun we had!