You helped your mom make this…
Then watched your brother’s boy scout troop in the parade…
Your dad went here more than once that day. And bought one of everything. Twice.
And that night you held these till your fingers got burned.
But nothing could have made you happier.
Because staying up way past your bedtime, playing with fire and eating from the potluck table was your idea of perfect freedom.
This was the 4th of July you knew you’d always remember.
And always have.
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