My city fireworks are always interesting. Each year, usually a tree or grass have been started on fire. One year, the cannon fell over and shot fireworks into the crowd. Needless to say, going to this particular celebration always keeps me on my toes.
When we got there last night, they had the crowd set quite far back from the firing area and we put down our blankets, interested to see how this year would go. For safety purposes, we sat a little closer to the exit than we have in years past.
The show started and within moments we were being pelted with debris and tiny flaming particles. Covering ourselves and the children as best we could, we had almost a front row seat as fireworks (the white swirly ones) rained down on the field in front of us, looking like a celestial mass of bodies hurtling toward earth and exploding in little balls of fire. It was beautiful, but also a little frightening, since you know, the field was catching fire. Thankfully, nothing stayed on fire for long, although the flames from a small fire near the cannon got fairly large. Firemen were on the spot, however, and put it out. (Which we were glad about since half of the mountains in Utah are currently on fire and we didn't want any more getting out of hand.)
My family gathered up all the debris pieces that hit us and I was just thinking I should take a picture and show you guys. It's a fairly impressive pile. I guess the best thing is, we have a memory every 4th of July, when we court danger and go to watch our city fireworks show. I know, some of you think we're crazy for going, but hey, what can I say? I'm a woman who walks on the edge.
How did your celebrations go?