My Rocket Dreams
When I was a kid, I wasn’t exactly a rule-follower. I was more of a curious explorer—the kind who dabbled in homemade explosives. It all started one evening while I was watching the news. A story came on about Thai farmers using explosive compounds to force longan trees to bear fruit early. Vietnam, they said, planned to import the formula. A wild idea sparked in my mind: “Maybe I can use that to make a rocket.” A few months later, my parents brought home several kilos of the chemical for their farm. When they weren’t around, I carefully took a small amount, placed it on the ground, and lit it with a bamboo stick from a distance. It fizzled. No fireworks. Just a slow burn. I told my friends. One suggested mixing it with charcoal powder. After school, I tried his idea. That mixture burned faster and threw off sparks. Still no bang—but it was progress. Then another friend came in with a new idea: add a green powder he’d found at a Chinese medicine shop. He said it was powerful. I gave it a try, and boom. A real explosion. That’s when I realized things had become dangerous. But