Thank you for your harrowing Summer Storm stories.
Whew! What thrilling rides!
So this week, let's hear your family fireworks stories. Tell us how they did it in the "old days" of Grandma and Grandpa. Parades, bizarres, or town picnics. I happen to know in SE Idaho, there used to be "dance halls" - not the saloon type, but large buildings built especially for the community to get together for dances when celebrating. The Forth of July was one such occasion - I'm sure there were fireworks in there too. Maybe there's some stories like that in your family tree.
Or tell us about the time your uncles and your dad were throwing firecrackers at each other. Or the time your husband burnt the seat of his best-friend's mother's new minivan (and his buttocks) because he thought he could light the firecrackers and then throw them out the window - that was closed (sadly, yes, I know the person with this story).
For personal stories, is there a particular celebration that sticks out in your mind? Have you watched fireworks on the water? In a big city? Private showing? Lots of choices. Even feel free to talk about the day leading up to the display - homemade ice cream, cookouts, carnivals, or fairgrounds. Anything goes here - so long as they end up with a BANG! :)