SOL -4

I pressed the yellow button down firmly, and I hear a faint sizzling. The next thing I know, a column of smoke and fire shrieks off of the metal rod, launching itself into the sky. A second later, I hear the pop that signifies the parachute was deployed. I trace out the hundreds of steps to the rockets resting place, and prepare for another launch. I am collecting data for an experiment with rockets. The next rocket flies off at a lower angle, and comes to rest on the roof of the bathroom building. What bad luck.