We went out to see the fireworks at our favorite place. My family always sits on the backside of the park. And my parents want to get in early so that we get our favorite spot. Right up against the fence. Most people sit on the other side of the lake to take advantage of the live bands that play and the music that’s coordinated with the fireworks display. So the other side is where all the action is. Of course, that depends on how you define action. We had sandwiches and chips. A little watermelon. What’s the Fourth without some watermelon. I made up some mint iced tea. And Mom made up some “semi-homemade” angel food cake. Yum.
Two friends came along that hadn’t been before. As it got dark, I looked over at the friend sitting next to me, and thought, “Hm. Maybe I should bring that up.” You see, the reason that my family likes that spot is that it’s close. Really, really close. So close that some of the fireworks are exploding almost on top of you. The thing that some people might see as a problem is that what goes up must come down. And in the case of fireworks, what comes down is flaming bits of shrapnel. Possibly “shrapnel” is a bit strong. It’s really just glowing embers that were once fireworks casings. But it does rain down. And if they hit you in the head, it will smart like a mother-trucker. So basically, you can’t become so absorbed in the pretty lights in the sky that you’re not able to duck should you see a bright red spark plummeting towards your favorite head.
Some people do not find that quite as awesome as my family does.
This lead to one friend looking at me and my family like we had lost all our collective marbles. She went and sat in the car until the display was over. The rest of us stayed to brave the slight chance of losing an eye in order to see one of the most kick ass displays in town. But aren’t those differences what Independence Day is all about?
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