Having grown up as a partial pyro and being in South Dakota as a kid, I was just thinking about some of my favorite July 4th memories.
1st – I’m about 8-9 years old. My uncle is teaching me how to throw bottle rockets in the back yard. The good whistler kind! They are little heavier and actually throw much easier. Well, I launch one on a pretty flat trajectory. It heads across the road into some waist high(or shoulder for me) grass. No big deal, we keep lighting. Suddenly we see smoke. We run back there and try to stomp out the fire. Too late. I run to the house and get someone to call the fire department. They arrive, drive into the tall grass and quickly put out the grass fire. Unfortunately they ran over a piece of scrap metal(which I’m pretty sure I threw out of our yard at one point) and punctured the front tire. So not only does Dad have to pay for a fire call, but fixing a flat. He’s really happy with us.
2nd – I’m 14, driving my baseball buddies around lighting bottle rockets out of the car at unsuspecting friends. We have fashioned “guns” out of small chunks of copper pipe. Put the rocket it in, light the fuse and aim out the window. Really funny stuff. We were also tossing fire crackers out. Well, we had one of those 100 cracker strings. One of the guys in the back hit the darn child proof window when he tried throwing it out. Sure enough it dropped on the floor and all heck broke lose. The car filled with smoke. We pulled over, 3 idiots with ringing ears. I drove around with all the windows down for the rest of day praying my parents wouldn’t smell the mess we made. Unfortunately the burns in the floor mat weren’t as easy to hide so that floor mat mysteriously disappeared.
These may not be my “favorite” memories of the 4th as a kid, but they rank up there somewhere.
I’m headed to SD tonight for my parents 40th anniversary tonight and can’t wait to spend it like the old days with lots of family lighting fireworks.
Hope you all have safe and fun July 4th!
John