To be honest, I have very little recall of most Fourth of July festivities. I don’t dislike the day — I’m just ambivalent. Actually, wait . . . . . . . okay, maybe I’m not ambivalent at all.
The best thing I remember about the fourth of July is children. I love seeing their bright faces, watching to see which balloon figurine they’ll choose and then stand in eye-popping awe as a masterfully (and surely exhausted) moustachioed man (or woman) twists and turns and blows and wiggles his way into the skinny balloons until THWACK! And suddenly the child is magically holding a pretty darn good replica of a dog/spaceship/tuba/baby girl/….. And mind you, this is all AFTER we’ve stood in the forever-line for tiny-tot-face-painting.
The saving grace, of course, is the look in their eyes and the glee lighting the entire night sky.
So yeah … I LOVE the Fourth. Don’t you?
Pam Goode Writes 
Growing up in NJ, we used to have a parade in town every Fourth of July. I was never too keen on the fireworks – like our dog, I found the concussive noise to be unwelcome – but there were folks in the parade that threw candy to the kids lining the parade route, and that was a big thrill for those of us who, at that young age, were addicted to sugar!
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The Fourth of July has many faces. We were often at the beach then, and I remember my dad trying to put together a fun display and instead being at the mercy of the wind, which could definitely be a huge mistake. As we all became older and wiser, we chose to watch the evening fireworks from the porches — still not altogether safe, but at least we had a shot at running in a different direction. I do miss those long summers.
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Happy Independence Day! 😉
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And to you!
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