For a period of two or three years I tried pole vaulting, utilizing standards I made from scrap wood and a section of bamboo as a pole Obviously, I had poor equipment, I vaulted wrong and not very high.
Once Dad watched my feeble efforts and asked for the pole. I thought he surely was not going to try something so unfamiliar to him but he took the pole and ran toward the six foot fence around the chicken yard. He hit the fence; it bounced in and sprang back and he wound up on his back and on the ground.
I rushed over to him, afraid he was hurt, only to find him laughing, That, though, was his last try to be a track and field star.
Once Dad watched my feeble efforts and asked for the pole. I thought he surely was not going to try something so unfamiliar to him but he took the pole and ran toward the six foot fence around the chicken yard. He hit the fence; it bounced in and sprang back and he wound up on his back and on the ground.
I rushed over to him, afraid he was hurt, only to find him laughing, That, though, was his last try to be a track and field star.
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