I posted this on Facebook, but for my non-Facebook friends and family I thought it was blog worthy, too.
As much as I love fireworks, my mind goes directly to the time - I was 8 or 9 years old - sitting on a bench in front of my neighbor, Sally Hastings house with a box of unraveled Black Cat firecrackers in my lap. I had a punk in one hand and was lighting them one by one and throwing them with the other. It was great fun until I dropped a lit one in the box. I fell over backwards and scampered away. Luckily I didn't get any burns but I couldn't get hear for several days. Good times.
Have a safe and happy 4th everyone!
xo
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