Saturday, July 03, 2004
Mean Dean @ Blogs4God is asking for fireworks stories - here's mine:
- We lived down the street from Carl D on one side of the street and Stephen R on the other side of the street. Carl's dad was ex-marine, and Stephen was into the whole military thing, too - so any time anyone bought firecrackers, there was a huge supply of bottle rockets. That's right, shooting bottle rockets from bunker to bunker across the street. One time we took to lighting them and shooting them from backyard to backyard, until one of them caught in a pile of pinestraw and grew into a mini-blaze. Most of the time, we'd light 'em, hold 'em and then fling 'em straight up to make them go up until the fuse would finally catch and rocket the thing even higher. Or we'd do that and lob them across the street into enemy camp, waiting for them to light and fire and blow up in the loudest earth-shattering way - until Stephen's mom would run us off and we'd have to settle for chasing frogs with the rest of the bottle rockets. Good times, good times.