08 June 2007 | Atlantic Ocean, weast of Cape Canaveral, Fl.
"Oh my God, look, LOOK" screamed my mother, jumping to her feet, pointing west towards the cape.
My heart is still pounding, hands are still shaky, and palms are still sweaty. There it was, a space rocket shooting up from the horizon, tailed by a fierce orange glow, and an opaque white streamer, flanking the big, low, orange sun.
My hands trembling with sweet excitement, but my palate turned bitter with a feeling of impending doom, I fumbled for my camera to catch this spectacle before it was over.
"What if the boosters land on us, what will we do", she shrieked.
A few clicks on the camera was all the time there was, and then... my heart sank with sickening destiny, as the rocket arced directly over us, seeking out its involuntary trajectory - and there - clear as daylight, the two side boosters departed from the rocket, right over our heads.
Please don't land on us, please don't land on us, please don't land on us, repeated the beseeching mantra in my mind. All eyes were firmly pinned to the heavens, and then, my heart literally stopped. My left hand grabbed hold of my father's arm, with eyes still fixed but now bulging wide with startled fear, and my right hand pointing to a long black object falling directly above us, out of the deep blue.
"Oh - God - no", I said to him under my breath, disbelievingly, restraining the spread of fear by silencing my alarm; the object appearing to break through from the infinity beyond, growing in size as it headed a catastrophic course for our insignificant, lonesome vessel.
Then the relief, as my heart leaped back in to its comforting rhythm. It was a frigate bird, soaring high, mischievous eyes tricking my over sensitised mind, not a rocket booster at all. However, my eyes stayed fixed to the azure blue of the darkening sky for some time, long after the bright orange flare had disappeared in to its dark and distant orbit.
BOOOOOOOOM
A deep guttural explosion was heard, that denoted such inconceivable power. "What the hell was that?!" At first I assumed it was the sound reaching us from the point of launch, but then I realised; it was the sonic boom created as this phenomenal machine smashed through the sound barrier, streaking across the sky at implausible speeds. I kept watching the sky, but we saw no trace of the falling rocket casings.
Finally, as the sun dropped behind the sea to convene with its new orbiting companion, we were left with the rocket's trace, that had now been wisped by the wind into something like a tangled superman calling sign, illuminated by the sunken, retired resident star.