There’s always been something special about Fourth of July. I’ve loved it ever since I was a child. In fact, the kid in me never really grew up.
One Fourth of July, when I was 8- years- old, my sisters and our cousins would always go to our grandparents’ house.
We’d roast weenies and marshmallows, light sparklers, pop the champagne bottles that would shoot out confetti and streamers, and the infamous popping “dinky-do’s” that you’d throw on the ground. After that, the real celebration would start.
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