No fucking way lol. I used to go there as a kid all the time. Awesome museum. Planes and helicopters galore. They used to have a Spitfire dogfight simulator.
And in the kids area they had a hang glider suspended that you could lie in.
Well, one summer when I was about 10, my school had a 'read in wacky places competition'. So my dad takes a picture of me in this glider pretending to read a book. We submit it.
One day I'm standing around and some kid at school comes up to me. A not too bright 8 year old. He goes "did your really read on that glider!!??" I was like huh? Yeah? No big deal? His mind looks absolutely fucking blown.
Well, one day I see the board that all of the submissions have been stuck on. Turns out my dad had photoshopped me and my glider over an image of burning oil fields in Iraq.
Laughed my socks off.
Anyway, I've been meaning to go back revisit the museum for ages (it's free to attend) so I'll check it out when I'm there.
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No fucking way lol. I used to go there as a kid all the time. Awesome museum. Planes and helicopters galore. They used to have a Spitfire dogfight simulator. And in the kids area they had a hang glider suspended that you could lie in.
Well, one summer when I was about 10, my school had a 'read in wacky places competition'. So my dad takes a picture of me in this glider pretending to read a book. We submit it.
One day I'm standing around and some kid at school comes up to me. A not too bright 8 year old. He goes "did your really read on that glider!!??" I was like huh? Yeah? No big deal? His mind looks absolutely fucking blown.
Well, one day I see the board that all of the submissions have been stuck on. Turns out my dad had photoshopped me and my glider over an image of burning oil fields in Iraq.
Laughed my socks off.
Anyway, I've been meaning to go back revisit the museum for ages (it's free to attend) so I'll check it out when I'm there.