When I was a little girl, we drove down to Castle Rock, Colorado, on the 4th to watch the show.
There was a big pile of gravel, and lots of little kids were playing in it.
As the sun started to go down and my mom waved for me to come back, I hollered at my brother Mike, hurry up! The firecrackers are about to start!
At that point, this snotty boy (older than me) approached. They're fireWORKS, not fireCRACKERS, dummy, he spat.
Over 30 years later, I still wanna smack that kid. :)
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