When I was a young girl in New Orleans, my brother used to shoot rockets (we won't talk about where... although I'm pretty sure the statue of limitations has worn off by now!)
For Christmas, he gifted my two girlies with rocket stuff of their own. Two rockets, wadding, engines, a launch pad, a automatic ignition switch... the works.
It has been KILLING them that we haven't been able to shoot them off. Too windy, snowing, ...bad weather.
Today was BEAUTIFUL. Warm, 70's, sunny. We (and hundreds of others) headed to the park. We prepared the first rocket at one end of an open field. 10....9....8...7...6...5....4....3....2....1....
There it went with a loud BOOM! Straight up in the air. I was so impressed we were successful on the first try. Then we realized.... HEY! Isn't that supposed to come down? Nope. Off sailed our little rocket into the sunset. We chased it from Thrush park out past the woods behind Forest Vista Elementary, then lost site of it somewhere.
So if a rocket hit your car today.... it wasn't ours!
We'll shoot again, but not until we are absolutely sure there is NO WIND. What we thought was no wind..... well, not good enough.
Mary Kay wasn't born cheap... but she got there pretty quickly.
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