The best aspect of living in a new place is building new traditions. With each FIRST holiday celebrated here, we are building more of them.
It reminded me of the block parties our neighborhood had when I was growing up. We would play all day. Tug-o-war, water balloons, have a pot-luck picnic, run in the sprinklers...and at the end of the night, the moms would pass out sparklers to the kids and the dads would light off some big fireworks.
We didn't make it there until right before the fireworks started this year, but it was still a blast. Literally! As in, fireworks blasting into the crowd on 2 different occasions. Nobody was hurt, but those brave families that had situated themselves the closest moved back in a hurry! It was kind of crazy, no firetrucks, no men with hoses....just a bunch of guys with lighters and professional grade pyrotechnics. That's South Carolina for you! (to be fair, we don't have the dry conditions here that we Westerners are used to...)
We almost made it away unscathed..Savannah had a hot piece of ash land on her chair. She jumped up fast enough to avoid burning her skin, but not fast enough to avoid singing the back of her shorts...and putting a hole in her camp chair. (I told her I'd put a cute patch on them and she was all smiles again).
She and her friend moved behind me after that little incident. Poor things. They were a bit spooked.
And for our own private show on the actual holiday, behold the lot we scored on our way back from the beach last week.... We haven't played with the likes of these in more than a decade!
Fun, Fun!!!
ReplyDeletewow that looks like a nice stash.
ReplyDeleteBut did you shoot the roman candles AT each other?! LOL! Looks like a fun time. We have lots of crazy fireworks here, too. :)
ReplyDeleteCrazy fun!
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