With a title like that, you’re probably thinking I’m going to touch on topics like the brave men and women who serve in our military, the threat of terrorism or explore what it means to be an American today.
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With a title like that, you’re probably thinking I’m going to touch on topics like the brave men and women who serve in our military, the threat of terrorism or explore what it means to be an American today. Those are all incredibly important issues which deserve our time and thought – but, right now, I’m talking about fireworks.
With the Fourth of July just in our rearview, it brought up memories of near misses in years passed, and upon reflection, I feel fortunate to have all of my limbs intact.
My dad and brother love the Fourth of July. They enjoy scouring fireworks stands for the biggest and baddest booms, as well as the mostly overlooked, quirky explosives to ensure an entertaining pyrotechnic display when the sun goes down. They also love a little bit of danger, and occasionally – and this is not recommended, so don’t try it at home – customizing firecrackers to make their own. This means something louder and brighter, and usually more unpredictable, than your run-of-the-mill sparkler, black cat or fountain.
The amount of miles I’ve ran during bottle rocket and roman candle wars over the years would make my Fitbit explode – it’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
I’ve successfully and unsuccessfully dodged snappers, chased down parachute men, blackened the sidewalk with snakes and colored the grass with smoke bombs, gasped in horror as giant, flaming lanterns lift off into the stratosphere, and, yes, hid behind my granny when a custom firecracker explodes mere feet away.