What did the rocket mean to you growing up?
Were you the envy of all your friends at the time?
Do you remember the original trip to scout for parts? How did the plan and execution take part from your point of view & recollection?
Was the rocket always a rocket in your imagination? What else was it if not?
How about for your siblings and friends?
Any other rocket-related anecdotes?
Do you think it influenced your choice of career? Or was that just destiny?
Where, ultimately, do you want to go with your career? Genuine rocket scientist?
I'm agog. Also more than a little envious; my own father's home-built treehouse for me and my brother was little more than a plank in a tree with a rope ladder to get up to it. But that was plenty and, in my imagination, so many other things...
