ye olde trebuchet

Went to my grandparents’ house Saturday. Got grampa to pull out the trebuchet he’d built with my cousin. We launched tennis balls filled with dirt quite some distance. Then I put a fist-sized rock in and it launched mostly upward and landed on the metal beam of the hay loft, frightening the horses. Then I realized what you don’t have in the city…space. Space to launch projectiles great distances and make lots of noise. We also did some target practice with the slingshot. I can hit a box. Yay.

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