July 4th in November;
Playing With Fire 🔥 Nostalgia
November 16, 2019
Growing up as a female, I couldn’t help but notice that the males were always the ones lighting off the fireworks. I remember watching as a child as the cool teenage boys lit them off while the girls watched. As I grew older it always seemed to be the responsibility of a brother, boyfriend, or some other miscellaneous male. Though this had more to do with keeping me safe and sound with all digits intact–and I appreciate that greatly, I always wanted to be the one to light the fuse. I wanted the freedom to be reckless, dangerous, and stupid. As a protected little girl, I longed for the learning within those parameters. And I also wanted to be an active participant in a bit of magic… explosions of color and sound in the sky. Because I always had a thing for fireworks. I remember vividly my walks around my neighborhood on the mornings of July 5th, collecting the remnants, the blown-up sticks of color, the smell of subtle gunpowder–which I also remember sniffing from my brothers’ cap guns. In honor of that little pyro, my latest holiday wreath… a bit late. I am proud to say that I was the one to light off almost all of the spent fireworks on my wreath.
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