I have always loved fireworks and thought that they loved me back until I was 6(ish) years old and my cousins bought bottle rockets for the 4th of July. They were illegal. I just thought they were pretty. It wasn’t either of our faults really, the bottle fell over and to avoid sending a bottle rocket onto someone’s porch my cousin kicked it (the bottle). I was the new target and while the details are now fuzzy I do remember I was hit with something in the thumb. This was the first time I realized that fireworks weren’t all pretty.
Fireworks and I made up when I was 9. My family traveled to Lake Tahoe, California. We stayed at the Embassy Suites and had all the ice cream we could eat. My brother, sisters, and I also made up games involving the elevators. I’m sure the hotel staff was happy to see us leave. On Independence Day we trucked a mile to the beach, set up camp, and settled into what would be a long day. I was pooped on by a bird…eeeewwww! The sun went down and it was finally time to see the show. Luckily we were right next to a life guard stand and could hear the soundtrack to the fireworks on the boom box. It was an amazing fireworks display. One of the best I have seen. I again loved fireworks.
This year to celebrate our nations birth I headed to Sugarhouse park with some friends to see their fireworks. While it didn’t compare with the Lake Tahoe show it was fun to be with friends and have a camera handy.