Tuesday, June 30, 2009

In the Good Old Summertime


It was 1991. It was hot. It was the 4th of July. It was fun. The speedway up at the end of the road had a fireworks display that night. We would spread blankets on the front lawn, pop popcorn and watch the sky light up with loads of OOOOOOs and AAAAAHHHHs! Once the show was over, we would make believe the sheet on top of us was our tent. Anyone passing on a bicycle was a cowboy. Anyone passing by walking was a Indian. Prowling cats were mountain lions. Stray dogs were coyotes. All the play guns from the toy chest were in the “tent” with us. Flashlights helped with our surprise attacks. Once the unsuspecting soul got close enough we let ‘em have it with all the imaginary ammunition imaginable. BLAM!

It’s 2009. The speedway had their fireworks display last weekend. I stood alone in the front yard and enjoyed the show. No popcorn. No cowboys. No kids. Just fun memories of 4th of Julys not so long ago.

Remember the great Super Soaker War?!

Enjoy your 4th of July celebration.


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