Fireworks
I remember hearing stories about fireworks from my parents. My Dad talked about how back when he was a kid the country still allowed them. Giant pretty explosions in the sky. They represent freedom. I had never really seen one, because I know they don't even make them anymore. But today. I think I saw one. It was beautiful. Just like my mom described. I don't know who lit it off, or where they got that firework. But I'd love to thank them. Because at least I know some people haven't given up yet. The idea of freedom still drives some people. I'm glad. Thank you, Firework. I do wonder. How many people still enjoy these holidays? whenever any holidays ever come up all I feel is longing for the past. And a flood of memories seep through about this day in previous years. I'm usually extra sad whenever another holiday comes around.