One year when I was helping out with scouts and my kid went to camp with a big lake, I encouraged him to climb out on that big air-filled thing (at this particular camp, it’s called “the Iceberg”) so that one of the other kids could jump off a platform, landing on the opposite side of the Iceberg than my kid, thus launching him out over the lake.

I encouraged him to do that because I really wanted to do that.

Anyhow, being scouts, the group put the littlest kid out on the Iceberg, and had the biggest TWO kids land on the other side, thus sending the smaller kid into some kind of suborbital trajectory that, if he hadn’t been a strong swimmer, he wouldn’t be back from yet.

It was great.