I loved them and used to be able to shoot them off at a local school. Years later I took my son to shoot them off there. A lot had changed the woods were turned into a development. We shit off a 6' rocket and a gust of wind grabbed it. Took it over a soccer field, two baseball fields, and a street or two into the new development. I was worried about recovering the rocket cut my son loved it. So we went looking for it and found a nice black gentleman mowing his yard with his son playing with it. I asked for it back his words were "I'm black I thought Obama was targeting me with a drone. I didn't think he would do this to me." It was funny in the moment anyway