In the wrought iron hands of that kid walking home from school, there’s a pogo stick that doesn’t compress, and the main tube’s all rusted, and as he walks, he bounces the limp end along the sidewalk, bashing the stick against the cement, grinning as though every step he takes is on a trampoline.
One of the many tidbits of information I had to learn when studying for my Private Pilot’s license, in addition to going to the bathroom BEFORE the flight started and not spitting into the propeller, was the Venturi Effect. 882 more words
Sometime during my high school years, I was introduced to a video website called, YouTube, by a friend. I checked it out and on the home page of this vivacious looking website there was a link to a video called ‘pogo stick tricks’. 343 more words