I’e never launched a gnome, but I did make a few rocket propelled flaming Tonka’s, the best was the gasoline-filled concrete mixer. with a pair of d-sized engines. The fire department and the power company didn’t like what it did to a power pole, though.
Gas-soaked barbies stolen from my sisters were always at the wheel.
I miss being 12.
A golf ball and a pole transformer barrel figure largely in why I don’t play golf.
Let’s just say after yelling “Fore”, the ball went in this wacky curving flight and smacked the cooling fins on the transformer.
Instant blackout because the fins were damaged in 90 degree plus heat.
OOps.
I didn’t launch Tonkas, but my rockets did have a red glare with bombs bursting in air.
The teen years were such fun.
*sigh*
These days you’d be busted as a possible terrorist.