I know what you mean.I could hit the farthest sink in the bathroom in fifth grade from just inside the door. Unfortunately, as I was demonstrating this feat of urinary accomplishment to someone who didn't believe me, Mr. Rogers appeared out of nowhere. Soon, some would say, I became famous, some might say infamous for my feat! Eventually I endured swats, wrote some really silly things on a blackboard a great number of times, and sat on the back porch of my classroom for most of the fall and winter. Alas, if only I had such propulsion capabilities today, I would be the envy of all the old duffers on every golf course in the land.
I realised age was marching on me when I became envious of the sound of my son's pressure.
A deafening roar in the morning.
The worst part was one morning, saying to Mrs K that I thought he was going to send the pan and cistern through the wall.
"Aye" she sighed "You used to sound like that."
I was crestfallen.