We consider ourselves mostly law-abiding citizens with the exception of some HOA laws here and there, but with the No Fireworks Ordinance in Pearland, we find it hard not to bend it a little. We are not outspoken lawbreakers with missiles, roman candles, and fountains. Those would make me too nervous. We go small - sparklers, parachutes, smoke bombs, snakes, pops, fire crackers. More loud than anything else.
So tonight we went to a fireworks stand and bought our measly 35 dollars worth of fireworks and brought them home. We had planned on making it an early night and trying some out on the 4th, but we folded, and proceeded to mostly go through our stash. Several neighbors came out to join us and talk about the good ol' days of fireworks. You know the stories. Everyone has one about a hand that got burned, or a firecracker that went off near their ear, or a roman candle that ended up catching the grass on fire.
And I'm sure there are more serious ones. In fact, that's what kept me from ever doing real fireworks while I was growing up. My mom was, and still is, a worrier. So the most I got to do was snakes. Remember those? See the picture. You light them, they grow. End of story. I still love them and the smell of them brings back memories of sitting on the curb lighting them, but they certainly aren't the daring fireworks that cause you to light and run.
While we didn't put on a great show tonight that lit up the sky, the kids had a wonderful time making their names with sparklers, chasing parachutes down in the park, and scaring the dogs away with a few things that zipped around in circles and made shrieking noises. For them, it was daring, colorful and exciting. For me - it was just enough.
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