Holidays were always a big deal in our house and the 4th of July was no different. My father was big on these family moments. We would get new clothes for the holiday. Sometimes my older sister and I would get matching short outfits. He would take us to buy fireworks and still no one, in my opinion, can beat him on the grill. Those times, mostly spent on Sawyer, seem so far away. There wasn't any fancy firework shows to see. But I still fell in love with them.
The past holds the clues I need to understand me today and my reactions to tomorrow. When I look up into the night sky filled with fireworks to see if it resembles the same sky thirty years ago maybe I'll understand why.
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Beautiful, Pamela. Thank you.
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