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One rocket, two kids and me. Yes, it ends with me in a tree

So Sunday, I took the kids to a local field and we attempted to read the directions carefully to launch a rocket up to 600 feet in the air. I didn't think we'd get it to work.

I bought the rocket secretly from a close-out shelf at target. Just for giggles.

I don't recall building a rocket as a kid. I built robots and model jets mostly. But not rockets.

So we get it all together, batteries in the ignighter and surprise surprise it takes off. Amazing. We had two rocket engines. The first flight landed mere feet from where it took off from. Launch #2 was not so lucky.

Long story short, up she goes and then floats gently down thanks to its well-packed parachute down into a tree. Up I go climbing a too-small, half-dead tree. I got the rocket parts but the chute is still in the tree. darn trees.

So, enjoy the stunning cinematography Reagan took of launch number two and listen for my "uh-oh" as realization of my awesome (i mean the kids awesome) rocket taking a turn for the woods. Kudos for me for not swearing on camera.

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Anonymous said…
I thought I was the only parent to have a child with such fine cinematography skills.

Noj nOj noJ

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