057-I Still Have All 9 Fingers And 10 Toes

I remember growing up LOVING fireworks. I remember going to different parks, and fairs and watching fireworks with my family. As I got a little older my dad would somehow get his hands on these crazy fireworks and we would watch them in front of my grandma's house. Then one day we went to Aunt and Uncle's and I got to light my first firework. I lit the wick ran back about a thousand yards and watched as what I lit flew up in the sky and exploded. I was changed.

I kinda forgot how much I liked them though, and I haven't actually bought any in about 2 years. So armed with 80 bucks I went over the border and got a pretty kick ass selection of fireworks. Along with Jennifer's brother the last week or so has been a blast....literaly. Between things that fly, things that spin and chucking M-80s out the back door I remember my love for fireworks, and I think the fourth of July may now be my second favorite holiday behind Christmas.

Happy Birthday America!!! I can't wait til it gets dark so I can destroy a tiny piece of you.