My dad said to collect feathers to make wings or something? I don't know how that's going to help.
Dad told me not to go too high or too low, so I should be careful.
And so I flew. I couldn't help that I got carried away. I threw caution to the wind and kept going higher and higher. The freedom was addictive! I was so free! Free at last! I ignored my father's yells from below and gave into the amazing feeling.
Dad! The wings melted! Help me! I'm terrified! I'm not ready to die.
A lesson learned the hard way... So no human ever flew again. Icarus learned that some bold actions were not worth the risk.