When I was growing up in Tucson, Arizona, during the 1960s and early 70s, we attended fireworks displays on the Fourth of July, which were usually held at the university. Although I don’t remember too much about them, I imagine that during my early childhood years, the loud banging and popping scared me to death. But when I grew older, despite my limited vision, I loved sitting on the grass, looking up, and beholding the multi-colored lights and shapes that seemed to sail across the sky. I vaguely remember one year when I could see fireworks from our front lawn, and I thought they could be seen all over the world.
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What I Did on the Fourth #MondayMusings #Jottings #Inspiration
abbiejohnsontaylorJuly 4, 2022
Thanks to Patty for letting me share my Fourth of July memories here. Please feel free to share your own memories either here or on my blog. Have a happy and safe Fourth!