There are certain times of the year that are harder than other times being away from our passport country. Independence Day, Fourth of July, is one of those days. I have many fond memories celebrating the 4th. It was a big deal in our family. From the time I was old enough to hold a punk, light a fuse and run, I was shooting off fireworks. I grew up in a part of the country where fireworks can be shot off and we loved it. I also knew to wear old clothes when shooting off fireworks because inevitably there would be punk burns on my clothes.
When David and I began dating, I introduced him to fireworks. He grew up in a part of the country where he couldn’t shoot off fireworks. He spent a ton of money on fireworks and was like a kid in a candy store lighting them off. My favorite is when he held two roman candles overhead like in the ending scene of the movie The Rock. Below is my tribute to 4th of July pasts.