When I was much younger, I was in Cub Scouts. My parents were very involved in scouting. My mom was my den mother and later my dad was a scout leader. And in this short story, my mom had helped to organize a day camp in Kerr Park in Downingtown.
I remember it being my friend, Pat, that was also in the camp, but I could have that detail wrong. His mother was helping mine organize the event. This is relevant because when our scheduled speaker for the day didn’t show up, his model rockets were in the back seat of his mom’s car. This otherwise wouldn’t have been possible, since being a day camp, nobody else’s parents were present.
So when the scheduled speaker didn’t show, he and I took the rockets out onto the field and talked a little about putting them together and launching them, and then proceeded to blast one off. I remember there being quite a few kids in the day camp, all looking on. I don’t remember being nervous, as some might have thought I would be at the time, and I suspect this carries on to some of the stuff I do today.
