This is an embellished and hopefully improved, reposting of another childhood memory, from back in the " mists of a long ago time." It is a very good thing that nobody had started building those medieval piano-flinging machines (trebuchets?) when I was a teenager, the vandal years. In those long-ago days our thoughts were filled with plans for the world’s biggest slingshot, cast-iron pipe cannon, rockets and potato guns. There was an elm tree in our neighborhood that was shaped perfectly to... Sign in to see full entry.