I was pretty young when my Dad brought home a silver 55 gallon Fibre barrel.
Set it up like a rocket, put an old pillow in the bottom as a seat, and sat in it facing toward the sky for hours.
We were fired up about rockets then and this barrel was silver.
They must have got worried about me cause I remember my older Brother and Dad looking in and asking me what I was doing.
I explained and they left me alone.