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The Electric Airplane

a memoir to forget
In 1962 when I was eight there it flew
in the comic book advertisements:
"Battery powered airplane.  Install a penlight cell
and it flies! $3.95 post paid."
My child-self was intrigued, excited
to think that a toy plane could soar without
a rubber band in twist. Amazing!
I saved allowance for a month. I mailed the money in....
The next week
nothing came. Two weeks later
a white card arrived. The seller wrote
they had my order and
there was a cost involved: three dollars and ninety five cents.
"Please send the money
then we will send the plane."
I went to my dad with tears.
"I sent them the money. This says
they didn't get the money."
My dad reacted. He pounded
a short nasty note in capitals
through the ribbon's red half on his Remington
a condemnation of plane people
as bilkers and breakers of childhood dreams
that scarlet letter.
That was the end of it.
I never got the electric flier;
a three way loss for sure for me, for them, for Dad.
Sometime later it occurred
perhaps it wasn't a good plan
to overload a plain
envelope with quarters
nickels and dimes.

20 Mar 07

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I love the story, a beautiful childhood reflection - I just wonder if it would benefit from streamlining to become a tighter image, fine if you're going for a 'prose' feel, but what is that adding?
 — kendell

I would get rid off lines 28 - 33. Nice enough story.
 — unknown

thank you both.  I can agree about losing lines 28 through 33---for general purposes.
The essay was made for the RCgroups forum--which is why those lines were wanted, to lead to the wistful finish.  The hobby today cost, heck, a lot more than three dollars and ninety five sense.

Here are those lines--I'll remove them from the item for the time being:

Perhaps the envelope split open in the mail
and nobody but some postal worker received benefits.


I lost interest too early in electric flights.

I think I'll give it another go soon.

Where do I send the next $3.95?

thank you both for ideas,

 — netskyIam

OK, the item is now greatly tightened and retouched for gentle ironies.
I hope it conveys the tragedy of childhood (good riddance) succinctly.
My dad never knew I'd sent loose change.
He naturally presumed I'd sent four dollar bills.
It really did require some months my end, to realize that the envelope must've spilled its payload.  I did not dare tell my dad then, that his idiot son had sent loose change through the mail.  

Ah, the secrets we keep... dark stuff! lol.
 — netskyIam

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