The 4th Of July Holds Special Memories
Every year when the 4th of July nears, my memory starts working overtime. Like all kids, I was fascinated with fireworks.
I grew up in town, and back in those days you could shoot fireworks in the city limits. All week long leading up to the 4th, we would spend those July afternoons blasting firecrackers.
All it took was a couple bucks from mom and we were off on our bikes heading to that magical wood shack where the man had fireworks for sale. After gazing at all the big rockets that were way out of our price range, a pack of Black Cats and a punk and we were off to blow up 200 little bombs in the back yard.
What I wouldn’t give to go back and relive just one of those days. The 4th of July brings back a lot of fond memories.
The 4th itself was the ultimate day of all. It was my dad’s birthday.
The family would all gather at my sister’s farm to celebrate the big day. The distinct aroma of charcoal lighting up on the grill immediately takes me back there yet today.
Steaks, hamburgers and hot dogs sizzling once the coals were white along with daytime fireworks filled the day with all the fun of a lifetime. By the way, daytime fireworks was snakes, smoke bombs, and most of all the parachutes.
Then it came time for the grand finale, the nighttime display that I had been anticipating all week long. Do you know how slow the sun goes down for a little boy with an arsenal of rockets? Forever.