RIP "Honest John"

It was a great day for launching rockets. There was no wind, no one around, and a new rocket ready for her maiden voyage. I put a D12-5 engine in the “Honest John”, an engine a bit to powerful for the rocket, but I kinda wanted to see the rocket explode. I connected the igniter to the engine, and the remote control to the igniter. The “Honest John” must have gone at least 2,500 feet, cause I lost a visual immediately after liftoff. The parachute deployed on time and the rocket sailed gently down. The “Honest John” landed about 25 yards from the launch site. It touched down about 20 feet from the only other kid in the park. I walked over to recover the rocket when the other kid started to approach me. He looked to be about 16, had blond hair,  and was pretty short and plump. As I picked up the “Honest John” the kid went off on me. He told me how the rocket was going mach one and how it landed two feet away and almost killed him. I told him he was full of it and started to walk off. He yelled that he was sorry and that when he was little he launched a rocket and it exploded in his face, so now he is paranoid of them. When he asked to see the “Honest John” I felt bad for him and forked it over. The second he got it he broke it over his knee and took off. On his “great escape” he yelled that his story was made up, and said “don't mess with the O’Doyle’s”. I was pissed. It took me about two weeks two build that rocket and I wanted to be the one to destroy it, not some human bowling ball. I never told anyone about this experience because I was red revenge. I got out one of my rockets from when I was young, the “High Jinx” to be exact, and went back to the park a week later. I secured the rocket mount to a piece of plywood, got the rocket ready to launch, and slid the “High Jinx” on the rocket mount. I pointed the rocket towards the the kids car, and pushed the ignition button. In hindsight I should have just put an engine under his car and launched it, but that wouldn't be much of a story would it. The “High Jinx” flew reasonably strait and hit the tire. The tired exploded as I watched in awe. The kid came flying out of his house after he heard the “boom” of the tire. He saw me at the park, mesmerized at the sight, and started sprinting towards me. Now I'm a reasonably smart kid, so I had a trailer attached to my bike for a quick getaway. The chunker never stood a chance. He has never found me.