I Miss Hometown Fireworks

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figure>For twenty years, Independence Day was always the same. I’d go to my best friend’s house for a backyard barbecue.In the afternoon, we’d take blankets and card games, and walk to the park at the end of her street. We’d pick a nice spot on the hillside and play cards until it became too dark to see.Hundreds of people surrounded us. The whole town turned out, although families s

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tayed on the other side of the hill, with the games, food, and music. This side was for fireworks.The music would start, with the first screaming firework lighting the sky. The explosions reverberated in your chest, and sometimes embers burned your skin. It was that close.In Colorado, fireworks light the sky in a panorama for miles. It’s pretty. But you can’t feel it.</article></body>

It’s not the same in Colorado

For twenty years, Independence Day was always the same. I’d go to my best friend’s house for a backyard barbecue.

In the afternoon, we’d take blankets and card games, and walk to the park at the end of her street. We’d pick a nice spot on the hillside and play cards until it became too dark to see.

Hundreds of people surrounded us. The whole town turned out, although families stayed on the other side of the hill, with the games, food, and music. This side was for fireworks.

The music would start, with the first screaming firework lighting the sky. The explosions reverberated in your chest, and sometimes embers burned your skin. It was that close.

In Colorado, fireworks light the sky in a panorama for miles. It’s pretty. But you can’t feel it.