ok, I HATE the fourth of july, and the funny thing is, it used to be my favorite holiday. Now I cringe whenever I hear the words. To explain why this change was brought about, I shall take you into the past; about 5 years ago.

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I am at my cousins' place for the 4th of July (although the date was only the third). Their house was at the top of a small hill. At the bottom of this small hill was their swimming pool, and a small group of people who were helping to set off fireworks (in the grass) the rest of the group was at the top of the hill watching the big kaboom and the pretty flowery type thing made when fireworks explode. I was one of the ones at the bottom.

To help aide the fireworks going off, we had placed them on a large cement block, so as to refrain from lighting the grass on fire (it had been a fairly dry summer). I was sitting about 10 feet away from said block on a white plastic lawn chair. My brother stepped up to the plate to light a work of exploding art known as the Desert Storm, a member of the Dakota Series. This particular firework was a repeating series of flowers that would whistle and spark on the way up, and then explode causing many "oohs" and "aahs". We had set off one of these previous to Joe's, otherwise I wouldn't have known this much about them, as I became quite preoccupied. After Joe had lit the fuse, he turned to run away, knocking the cement block with his overly large foot. The firework then exploded, shooting shells all over. One of them happened to land in between my legs, where it went off, causing much pain and third degree burns.

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So as you can see, I have perfectly good reason to HATE the fourth of July, although, I am fairly good around ground firecrackers, and fountains and stuff.

But no matter what your reason is, it is still mortifying when you friends dad sets off a box of 300 Roman Candles, and sends you into tears.


There, that was my daily rant. Sorry you people got the brunt of it, usually I pour out my aggrevations to my sister. (No wonder she avoids me...)