Remember as a kid getting your first firework sparklers and your mom yelling “Don’t run with the sparklers”! You’d watch it burn down to the end of the silver stuff and think (Oh man, it’s over already)?
What about Glow worms? When lit they oozed out … I don’t know what. You were left with these long, charred, cheese puff things. You saw the flames and smelled the smoke. Cool man!
July 5, on the ground lie little pieces of paper and red sticks from the — cover your ears — bottle rockets.
One year we did not have more fireworks so my dad lit a road flair in the back yard. We sat around and watched the awesomeness.
May watching bright colored lights give us strength.