When I was a young girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old, a highlight of my year would be visiting my Uncle John and Aunt Thea at their home in Potomac, MD with my family. I guess you could describe Uncle John as the "cool uncle" in my childhood.
One particularly thrilling event was going to walk the canal near the Potomac River around Great Falls, which was perhaps 15 minutes or so from my Aunt and Uncle's house. At that time it was a more rural area than it is today, and was frequented by loudly honking geese, who didn't seem to be at all afraid of people. In fact, as a child, I felt a bit threatened by them.
Not Uncle John, though. I don't know how he did it, but he somehow managed to sneak up behind one of the geese and grab it around it's middle. The goose didn't know what hit it! Then, most exciting of all, the goose stilled in his arms and all of us got to stroke the smooth white feathers. Talk about making memories! After that, I pretty much believed Uncle John could walk on water...or at least stay on top of the geese!