Matchstick Rockets in the Basement
I've said it before. This isn't the world I grew up in.
Today's focus on safety, for example, feels over-enthusiastic.
But then, I'm one of those people who launched rockets in the basement. With the permission and cooperation of my father....
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(Two paperclips, two matches, a scrap of aluminum foil, and a pin. A happy memory involving a basement and time with Dad.)
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