My fourth was spent with my dad,his grampa, me and my brothers and a load of semi-legal(legal to own, can't light without permit) fireworks and firecrackers. Needless to say there were a lot of close calls. We had those airplane thingys, but we kept putting them in the pipes wrong. So the mofos would fall on the ground, spin like crazy, and blow up about three feet away from us with a tremendous boom! My brother got hit by a jumbo sized exploding bottle rocket by his eyes. Thank god that thing didn't blow up. Other than me almost blowing up a cars gas line and me accidentally plastering the house with a bunch of screaming rockets(they were defective, I swear!)
it was all pretty good. Also, I schooled my cousins in basketball and ate a lot of their food. If thats patriotic, Im proud to be an american!
