Fireworks
Growing up the fireworks were some of my favorite things to look forward to. Our town was small but stuck together and we had the best place for the 4th of July. Everybody would show up on this big grassy hill that went down into a small park. I’d run and see all my friends and say hi, I’d find my bestfriend or she would find me so we can watch it together. Everybody laughing and casually talking while we waited. People would spend hours here giving food out, chatting, laughing, letting their kids enjoy the evening. One day it stopped. It wasn’t in the newspapers, it wasn’t information anybody seemed to know. The place had just continued being a park and that town never had a celebration again. People still talk about it to this day, and I don’t blame them. A small town tradition ripped away for good, thank god I have all those memories. I wouldn’t trade that time for anything 🤍🕊️






































































