There are few people who have not known the thrill of "tasting the forbidden fruit." The desire to indulge in this exciting adventure is usually at its height when one is about fourteen, at least, in my experience it was especially pressing at that age. One of the "fruits" forbidden by my father and mother was flying; so, quite naturally, I began to "scout around" for someone to take me up. My father had always said that he would never fly until it was absolutely necessary, and mother argued that as far as she was concerned it would never be necessary. Well then, by all means, (on the sly, of course) I must be the exception in our family.
"The Forbidden Fruit,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
, Article 15.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss2/15