Every year as the Fourth of July nears, I am reminded of one of my greatest blunders as a child.
Like many kids, I loved fireworks.
I loved the thrill of somehow getting my hands on them and sneaking off to a secluded spot to light them myself. The excitement of getting away with it was almost better than the fireworks themselves.
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