Once again I was forced to watch the fireworks from my car on my way home from work. I just got to thinking tonight how sad it is that for the past 3 or 4 years I haven’t set off any fireworks and I have to work late on every fourth of July.
I can remember a handfuls of 4th’s that I loved. One summer we were in Arkansas at my Granny Maggie’s and we had this 5 foot sparkler, my cousin Joan set her bra on fire with it. I’ll always remember that year…A year just being happy. The entire family was together and there was lots of food, singing, and fireworks.
I can also remember going to my grandpa’s for the 4th. He had a really big pond and we would always have a barbecue and set off fireworks by the pond. When it got really dark there were bats that would swoop down at us as we were lighting them. Good times.
I always used to love picking out the fireworks.. There were chickens that screamed while they layed an egg, Chinese lanterns that i’d always end up hanging in my room, snakes that left black marks for weeks, parachute jumpers that I always ended up running after and tripping over some other fireworks in the process, Every year I managed to sit on a lit punk. The process of picking these things out was definately part of the fun.
Now it seems that I’m always admiring fireworks and other peoples get togethers from the comfort of my own vehicle. I realize as you get older people have responsibilities and things never stay the same, but sometimes I wish I could go back to those moments.