I freaking love fireworks, and why anyone wouldn't is a mystery I don't care to comprehend. Every time it happens is like the first time, and I am left astounded. And this year, we got to shoot off our own with names like One Big Motha or Diablo. They took up the entire sky above me, and I felt their ashes raining down on my hair. I ignited a few small ones. The rush of when the wick catches the flame, fizzing, and you run as it shoots up! And laughing with everyone, watching the little ones discover this wonder.