I love Independence Day. I have fond memories of playing with fireworks with my cousins and the neighborhood kids when we were little. There was a little park in Long Beach, where we went to every year, it sat on a cliff above the beach off Pacific Coast Highway. Our family and friends would gather together and make a day of it. We would head out to the park in the afternoon to try to snag a great spot to hang out until the firework show started. Fun memories!
I remember loving the sparklers with the paper handles that were shaped like a gun. I don’t remember the last time I saw one of those! I used to be so excited and couldn’t wait until it got dark so we could play with all the fun fireworks and watch the beautiful shows. These days, I can barely keep my eyes open. Nine o’clock starts ticking closer and my internal clock tells me it’s bedtime and wonders why I’m still up.
Little solo cup to protect little hands.
Both the kiddos hated the noise of the firecrackers. I did too, too loud and too close. The noise of the artillery shells didn’t bother me quite as much. To this day, sparklers still remain my favorite.
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