The next thing we knew, we were shooting up through some clouds.
“DAAAAAAAAAA-DEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed O’Malley, but his voice sounded excited, not scared.
“You boys are doing great,” Dad’s voice said from the speaker.
We soared up higher and higher. Then the rumbling noise grew quiet. Before we could do anything, we started falling through the air. After a few seconds, we felt a big jerk and started going down more slowly.
“Dad must have put a parachute on the top,” I told my brothers.
“You better believe it, Lake,” Dad said. “I wouldn’t let anything hurt you boys, would I?” I smiled. Up until then, I wasn’t sure if Dad could hear us, or if we could just hear him. He must have put microphones into the SPM, I decided.
After gently floating for a few minutes, we landed with a soft thud.
“Is everyone all right?” I finally asked, looking around. I was especially worried that O’Malley might have gotten frightened from our fall.
O’Malley just laughed and grinned. “Let’s do that again,” he said.
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