I have flown a bit in February of 2000.
I put up this batting cage with the top at 15' and used it for years but came time the property owner wanted it down, so I took my ladder out to do that.
The ground was starting to thaw and I was up right at the top of a pole unbolting a cable. I had both hands on the job and my feet on the ladder.
One side of the ladder just suddenly broke through the frozen crust into the muck underneath and the ladder lurched to the side sinking about 8-10" in on jump.
I took off, sailing out over the prairie grasses, flapping my wings and kicking my legs.
I flew man, I flew. I really, really flew.
But, like they say, the landings are the hard part.
Had an operation to remove a piece of fractured disc after that one.