Fourth of  July  
              Ends With a Bang!


   In this memoir I realize that when you play with fireworks you're gonna get burned and that you should really think before you act.

    It was fourth of July and if you lived in Tennessee at the time you would know that every year the neighbors, friends, and family come out onto the streets and have a huge celebration. I'm telling you, you had to be there. Around lunch time we would all go out while the men barbecue, and the ladies gossip about there lives, and the kids chase each other and play all sorts of games.
   July fourth was a time to reunite with all friends and just relax. The kids did this parade with their bikes where you decorated the bikes with ribbons and American Flags and you would ride all around the neighborhood all together in a big parade. After the parade we would stuff ourselves with hot dogs and hamburgers and when it get dark we would bring out the fireworks.
    Sparklers for the kids and The big fireworks for the men. After the sparklers went out we sat down on the curb about ten yards away from where the men were lighting the fireworks, and watched the fireworks the adults have prepared. I loved the idea of the fourth of July, but being the young, restless,and adventurous girl that I am, I wanted to be closer to the explosions.
    The idea of lighting the firework, running away, and then watching it exploded from a closer view was simply a lot more exciting then being on the curb, on the sidelines, away from the excitement. So when no one was watching I inched closer, My dad lit it, I watched next to him but he didn't see me until he turned around to run and tripped, but he was resilient and stood up quickly grabbing me and running. We both got slightly hurt, but mostly from falling to the ground.