First kit was an Alpha starter set for Christmas 1967 with the Electro-Launch. In the spring of '68 I built an X-Ray, the first kit I actually flew. (I found out why you're not supposed to sand rocket fins with lifting airfoils).
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That spring i built a Mark II, a Big Bertha (my first of many), a Sky Hook, a Sprite, a Scout, a WAC Corporal, a V-2, a Delta-Camroc, and a Falcon. By winter 68-69 I was moving up to bigger stuff.
I drifted out of rocketry bit by bit in 1972-74 when I was 14-16. I didn't fly at all for about 15 years. But I never threw my box of rocket stuff out. And every time I went into dime stores I checked out all the toys and knickknacks for things I could scavenge for rocket parts.
My grandmother had bought me a Centuri Saturn V kit for Christmas 1969 that i never built. I had taken one look at the kit and instructions and knew my then 11-year-old skills would have totally botched it. I kept saying,"I'll wait until I'm a little older."
That turned into 25 years. But in 1994 I looked at the box that had been stuck in the closet of my old room at my parents house, and said "what the hell."
Among the things I had learned in those 25 years was that it was actually a good idea to follow the instructions. And it came out fine.
I even got to fly the finished kit for my grandmother, by then 98. She remembered buying the kit, because I was so insistent on that specific model.
I guess the hobby stores didn't get too many 73-74 year old grandmas coming in and insisting specifically on the Centuri 1/100 Apollo-Saturn V.
She had forgotten all about it, until I stopped at her house one day in 1994 and mentioned it to her. After a few minutes she started to remember. I said, "come out to my car and take a look."
She had forgotten it was a flying model; she thought it was just a static model for the bookshelf. So she wasn't really sure what I was doing when I drove her to a soccer field a half mile or so away and set her up in a lawn chair.
I had the rocket pretty much pre-prepped, so it only took me a couple minutes to get set up.
She said, "The rocket looks really nice," and then I said, "Hang on, that's only part of it." So I called out the countdown, and let her push the button a-la "October Sky" (although this was well before the movie.) Perfect liftoff, great low-and-slow flight, all the chutes came out and the rocket sections landed about 30 feet away.
She was amazed! I launched a couple more. She said "so that's what you were doing with the rockets."
She said, "That was so much fun! If I was 15 years younger i might build one myself." She said the black powder smelled like one of the Cuban cigars my late grandfather used to smoke 50 years ago.
"My friends will smell the smoke and think I've taken up with some man who's a cigar smoker," she said. I said, "Just tell them you spent the day launching rockets."
And she did!
Since then, I've been off and on, but usually get out to fly at least once or twice a year.