When I was in the Army we had a day (yup, just a day) at Crickhowell in South Wales attempting to fly a hang glider.
I flew mine after a morning learning how to get off the ground.
Just the once mind, and for a terrifying distance of circa 150ft, at the dizzying altitude of possibly 20ft. (Plus or minus 5ft)
I was due try again straight after but one of my best buddies had just plunged into the ground and broke both of his arms.
I never 'flew' again.
Great times.
Oh on a side note, we were static line parachuting the year after in Germany and on our 2nd jump he managed to land badly and broke his leg.
I could here him screaming as I was coming in to land.
Happy days. ???