Or... "What is already down, has no obligation to go the direction you desire."
I admit, I was a skeptic.
I don't understand how a TP tube, tape, and hot glue can be a space-traveling vehicle.
Oh me of little faith!
Zachary built this rocket entirely on his own. Own idea. Own design. Own follow-through;
and when rocket fuel was installed, a launch pad constructed, and a daring dad and uncle summoned....
I waited from far, far away, and waited with camera in hand through every false start
until Aloria's cries from inside the house could no longer be ignored.
When I cam back out there was smoke billowing from a ditch and quite a bit of hootin' and hollarin'
from the sidelines. I still can't believe I missed it!
(That's right kiddies, duck behind that log!)
I am told that the rocket actually went up. A little ways anyhow
before it began to spiral out of control. (Thank YOU Dad! For putting the kids behind a barricade)
finally landing mere yards from where Zachary stood watching.
According to his assessment, the problem lay mainly with a bent fin.
Yep. I'd say that's bent.
Fortunately (so he tells me), the rocket is in near-perfect condition; and my head has been
spinning all day as I listen to how the next launch will be perfected:
"...and then I'll cut the red wire and divide it into three parts..."
"...all I need is a AA battery..."
"....dividing the wires and reconnecting them to the white wire..."
"...more rocket fuel..."
And so on until my eyes glaze over.
I actually believe him!
3 years ago