Old age be cursed! I'm blaming mine on drug use. (RC cola and Moon Pies are drugs, aren't they? Ehhh, I'll say they are in my world.)

That said, now I can't get an old book out of my head (though I won't ask for help due to it's nature). All I can remember is the kids in the book got airplane suits that turned them into small jet powered planes. Now THAT is vague.

Sad part is I STILL have dreams about flying around in those when stress levels get to high. Amazing how something from when you were so young can stay with your half a century later. (The REALLY amazing part is I hate heights and flying both. I just like the idea of freedom that brings I suppose.)

Now if someone can tell me the name of that book, I would be surprised. Pleasantly but surprised.