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Input: Text: so this happened when i was about 15. a couple of my friends came over to my house one day after school. i had a couple of these estes rocket engines leftover from a craft store rocket kit. for reference: https://www.estesrockets.com/rockets/engines. these come in various sizes from a to f i believe - f being the largest. the ones i had were c type, so considerably large and therefore pretty powerful. since my friends and i were pyromaniacs, we weren't going to pass up the chance to light these things off. we all think it would be pretty cool to build our own rocket with them.

we start with a long cardboard tube from an old roman candle - about 2.5 feet long and made of thick heavy cardboard. i had a couple rocket engines so we planned on making this a 2-stage rocket. we cut the tube in half and now needed something sturdy to join the two halves so that they can separate when the first engine reports (fires out the rear to separate the lower half and ignite the second engine - or eject a parachute in a single-engine configuration). i remember that my dad had some aluminum sheeting in the garage, so i go cut some and bring it up to where we are constructing. we cut, wrap, and glue an aluminum cylinder around the bottom of the top half so it will fit over the lower half. next we need fins and a nose-cone, so we think why not use more aluminum. we cut 8 sharp triangular fins out of the aluminum - about 5x5 inches. we affix these, 4 each to the upper and lower section. next we cut a quarter circle out of the aluminum and roll it up into a cone. this cone was probably 8 inches tall and had a very rigid and sharp point. in the end we were pretty happy with how bad-ass this rocket was looking. however, given the punk group that we were, we decided it needed some provocative graphics. we got out some sharpies and covered the entire rocket with offensive emblems including: swastikas, phallus', stars of david, and plenty of cuss words. proud of our creation, we then signed it with our last names in cool looking fonts. this bad boy was ready for launch.

we lived in a calm middle class suburb. there was this public park placed between neighborhoods with a pond. there were not many people around today. we set up the launch pad as far into the middle of the open grass as we could. this grass covered several acres, we thought this would be plenty of space. we count down and press the button on the electronic igniter. this thing goes straight up at high velocity. after a couple of seconds it starts to vector to the side a bit but it was still pretty well within the limits of the park. after about 5 seconds the first stage extinguishes. by this time the rocket is very high up. you can't make out details but you can still see it along with the exhaust trail. this is when the first stage is supposed to report, separating and igniting the second stage. 1... 2... 3 seconds go by and there is no separation or ignition. the rocket starts to angle downwards. whatever, we'll go find where it lands and call it a day. after another couple seconds we see it suddenly fire up and the thing goes shooting off at high velocity, but downwards at about a 45 degree angle, towards an adjacent neighborhood. we share a collective "oh shit". 

one of my friends had a car, we hopped in and went looking in the area we thought it went. we drive past a house and see smoke coming from someone's front yard with a small crowd of people standing around it. scared for what we have done, we book it out of there and my friend drops me off at home. after maybe 45 minutes there's a knock on my door - my parents aren't home - and my older sister answers. she calls up to me saying it's for me. i go down and there are three officers standing outside. they ask if my name is [name]. i say yes. they ask me to come outside before they put me in handcuffs and tell me to sit down. they start asking me questions like, "are you affiliated with any terrorist organizations", and if i had any intentions of hurting anyone. i say no. they ask me about a "missile". i admit that it was mine but that i didn't mean for it to be dangerous. after some more radio chatting they tell me they're going to wait for my parents to get home. i sit outside in handcuffs with the police. when my parents got home i explained to them and the police what happened and that i didn't mean to cause any harm. after talking to my parents they let me out of the cuffs, gave me some words and left.

my parents started explaining to me that the people who lived at that house were jewish, that the rocket had planted itself almost a foot into the ground, and that the mother was outside mowing the lawn when it happened. they compelled me to go and apologize to the mother who thought she was being attacked and was almost hit by our unintentional weapon. the apology was very one-sided - she was scared for her life. i ended up being grounded for a month. i heard my friends got similar treatment.

 
built a missile covered in swastikas and accidentally fired it into a jewish family's lawn almost seriously injuring the mother.

TIFU by launching a homemade rocket