I hide in a bag ‘til I’m needed to fly, Then open up wide as I float through the sky. I help you land gently, not fast like a stone. With me, you’re safe when you’ve jumped all alone! What am I?

What’s found on the ground, but never gets dirty?

I march up front with courage and spark, but when I stay in pipes, I’m toxic and stark. One’s a role that stirs the crowd with fire and art, the other’s a metallic weight that’s bad for the heart.

I have a few curves, but I do not have a lot of filling. I am often seen in situations keeping things together.

I am related to venice, but I am not a canoe. People often enjoy scenic rides with me.