I guess part of me wants to make an arrow fly far.
I remember for a short time we had a green fiberglass bow. We were little kids and we would see how far we could shoot an arrow. It’s always entertaining to me watching an arrow sail through the air.
I don’t know what happened to that bow. I’m guessing it might have had something to do with another thing we did. Shoot an arrow straight up and watch it disappear. I think mom may have made the bow disappear too. And unlike the arrow it didn’t reappear.
I’m not all that concerned about setting any records, but I do think it could be fun to get some of us together and shoot for the moon.
I understand though.
Bjrogg