Once upon a time there was a boy named Lincoln, and Lincoln loved riding his bike more than anything else in the world.

He liked to zoom down the biggest hill in his neighborhood,

feeling the wind whipped past his ears.

Faster, faster, faster! he'd shout as he'd pedal his legs as hard as they could go.

One afternoon, while Lincoln was resting on the couch with a popsicle in his

hand, he saw a show on TV about hang gliders. People were running down hills with giant wings

strapped to their backs and then roosh. They would soar into the sky like birds.

Lincoln was amazed as he thought to himself,

what if I could fly like that?

What if I built my own giant wing?

Maybe I could attach it to the back of my bike.

What if I paddled down a great big hill and got just fast enough? Maybe I could lift right off the ground like that. And the idea stuck in his head all night long. And so the next morning,

Lincoln got to work. He found old sheets and some broomsticks. He got some hooks and some duct tape, and he tied and taped

and glued the whole thing until it looked like a giant kite with handles and ropes. All week

long he worked on it, and the other neighborhood kids watched him from a distance. What is that supposed to be?

One of them asked.

What are you trying to make, some kind of spaceship or something?

As they all sat around and laughed at him.

Oh, you'll see soon enough, Lincoln said to himself with a grin.

And finally, the giant wing was ready.

Lincoln fastened it to his bike, making sure the ropes were tight and the frame was steady.

And before heading out, Lincoln ran inside to grab a snack and tell his sisters goodbye.

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