Long, long ago, I can remember buying bottle rockets by the dozen. We would hide in bushes by the road and shoot them at passing cars. The tiny little rockets had a range of maybe about 300 ft and then they would blow up. With a little practice, you could learn to drop the rocket into a coke bottle, light the fuse and then quickly aim.
Of course, bottle rockets weren’t made to be used that way. They were made to launch straight up from a stationary bottle, but boys being boys back in ’62, well, we found a more exciting use. This we thought was great fun, especially the running from those poor folks who took our actions personally. What we did was wrong, but we were boys and we could not resist. I guess God’s angels were with us… none of us ever got hurt. Funny how that use to work. Back then.
These days I feel very sad for childen, especially boys. We mostly treat them like delicate tropical plants but too often they are not given a chance to bloom. We wonder why they wilt when they get away from home. It’s a shock to them when they don’t get a trophy just for showing up.
*Feature image credit: @kberbel