Our neighborhood gathered together and had our own fireworks display. Everyone still has all their fingers and toes - so I call that a success!
I look back at pictures from past gatherings and I can't believe how quickly the time goes. Where are the round, little faces afraid of the sparks? What happened to the delicate ears that we would cover with our hands so that the *snap*crackle*pop* wouldn't injure their eardrums?
Now we have tall, lanky teens who can't wait to blow something up, who play their music so loud we have to tell them to turn down the volume - because it bothers us.
Time goes by... too fast.
I look back at pictures from past gatherings and I can't believe how quickly the time goes. Where are the round, little faces afraid of the sparks? What happened to the delicate ears that we would cover with our hands so that the *snap*crackle*pop* wouldn't injure their eardrums?
Now we have tall, lanky teens who can't wait to blow something up, who play their music so loud we have to tell them to turn down the volume - because it bothers us.
Time goes by... too fast.