Back in 1977, a friend who lived two doors up from me launched what I think was an Estes Scout from his backyard.  A group o' us were thar t' watch and expected t' typical big explosion as t' finale, but we were told that despite what looked like an M80 bein' loaded into t' back end, t' explosion wouldn't be destructive, but would factor in t' rocket comin' back.  Yeah, right.  History insists that it flew on a C6-5, me bucko, which I have since come t' doubt, but t' flight ended with a successful recovery (albeit with a broken fin,) and ever kid who watched talkin' their parents into takin' them t' J.C. Penney Toyland after dinner that night.  I was too late t' get t' one and only Rogue and wound up with a Beta, as did me brother.  We spent that night and t' next day buildin' and paintin' our rockets.  Dave did his in white with metallic burgundy and metallic lime stripes while I painted mine just like t' face card, beginnin' a tradition that continues t' this day.