Early Thursday morning, Gran turned up at our door with a long, skinny box. Inside were cardboard rolls, balsa wood and knotted string. “It’s a kit I picked up for you at a garage sale, TJ,” she said. “Smell this.” She placed a small gray tube in my hand. The smell was sharp and smoky all at once. “Gunpowder,” said Gran. I couldn’t believe what Gran was saying. “You want me to build a bomb?” I asked. Gran shook her head “no” and looked totally pleased at the same time. “Model rockets—the kind that really fly,” said Gran. “That’s a used rocket engine. The smell really does remind me of gunpowder.” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know anything about model rockets. “Do you remember telling me that the worst thing about school this year was going to be the science fair?” asked Gran. “I thought this might help.” The science fair—just the mention of it was enough to ruin my day. I didn’t mind doing projects in class, but the idea of a science fair, when everyone in the whole school was going to walk by and say, “Look what a dumb thing TJ’s come up with,”
What do You think about Tj And The Rockets (2004)?
