Sunday, July 08 2007 @ 09:09 AM MDT
Contributed by: brian
Most times, I pride myself in standing up for everything that defines America. This time of year, however, I have to go against so many of my countrymen on one thing.
I hate fireworks.
Not the boom up in the sky, crane you neck and admire kind. I like this. I really enjoyed the show we had in town this week.
I could just do without the regular people who set off fireworks all week leading up to the Fourth of July.
I really can't set my finger on why I feel this way. I guess a lot of it boils down to the fact that I'm a big scaredy-cat.
I don't have any horrible tale from growing up when a good friend of mine blew his fingers off while playing with an M-80. I did have a firecracker go off kind of by my ear, but it didn't do any serious damage.
But I do know those kinds of injuries happen. That alone made me worry whenever I got near the things, even as a kid.
Then there was the time that my friends Bobby, Dave, and I almost set the grass around the water tower in our town on fire.