How I was murdered in my own home and lived to pay for it.

Learning To Fly -- My Father Tosses Me From The Roof Of Our Home In An Effort To Murder Me When I Was 4.

Our Home At 233 Washington Street Wilson NY 14172 USA

Learning To Fly:

This event happened at my parent's home at 233 Washington Street Wilson New York 14172 USA when I was a small boy.

I was enlisted for another project was my father's claim that involved me going with him up on the roof of our house and this must have been in the spring of the year since it was cold and windy.

There was some discussion beforehand that led me to think that something was wrong, since my father found it funny and was joking how I needed to do this with him.

For me I was not certain I could do this since I was so small, the roof is really high and I don't have much experience climbing ladders as of then, and as predicted the rungs were really far apart.

The photo shows our home there, and the ladder was placed on the right side, being the north side of the home, and near my bedroom window, which is toward the street side.

The gravel driveway then was only one lane wide and nearest to the home, and the garage was only 1/2 as wide as the 2 car one added later as seen in the 2011 photo.

I made it up the ladder with him despite my being reluctant to do so and as I got up on the roof with him I realized this was a trap, and he planned to toss me from the roof and claim I had an accident.

With that I headed for the ladder to go back down, and my father came right after me. As I made it on the ladder to go down he quickly came after me and started stomping and bashing on my hands. Laughing maniacally as he did this.

As he smashed my fingers and hands I lost my grip and fell backwards off the ladder.

It was cold and windy and as I fell backwards I realized maybe I could fly and I opened up my hooded sweatshirt and flared out the sides of the jacket like a flying squirrel and in doing this I turned around to face the ground coming up to meet me.

For whatever reason it got REALLY windy and I recall heading for the ground, I was able to flare up and out as I came close to the ground I got my feet beneath me. I recalled my "Training" as I had read in books how US Army Paratroopers are trained to land with heavy packs as they parachute landed.

Being told to hit with your toes first rocking back onto your feet, taking up the shock keeping your knees bent, and using your legs and hips to soak up the energy, and eventually I got all I could and then began to fall onto my chest, and knew not to use my wrists but to hit with my forearms and then my chest. WHOMP! I made it across the driveway which was HARD packed stone onto the grassy area to the north of the driveway.

I am laying face down in the grass unable to breathe and not sure why. I also could not move.

I now hear Mr. Houghtaling yelling and screaming at my father as he must have ran across the street since he saw the whole thing.

Imploring what the hell did you just do to this child? Why is he up there at all with you? What is the matter with you Tom?

So they came to talk to me and I could not reply, so they were not sure, and decided they had better turn me over to see if they could determine if I was OK.

So I layed there on my back now and they started to talk to me and ask me questions and I still can't breathe.

So they see me move my eyes around so they figure to ask me if I can blink. To which I blinked a few times.

Then they worked out a system one for yes and two for no. We go through some questions and eventually they find out I can't breathe.

That ends in a bit since the wind was knocked out of me and for whatever reason then later I was OK and got up and started to run around the yard.

This should have been stopped a long time ago.

"Learning To Fly" (Swim, Climb)

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Friction lock - set. Mixture - rich. Propellers - fully forward. Flaps - set - 10 degree. Engine gauges and suction - check
Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It's to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I