Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Fireworks
Today was my fourteenth Fourth of July, not including the two I missed because I was out of the country. I've now lived roughly two thirds of my life in the States. This was the first time seeing fireworks, since I've embraced my American identity. After a half year stay in Corea a few years ago and a three month visit to Brasil last summer, I've owned up to this part in me. Do the math and you end up with... a strange sense of smugness.
Tonight, I drove down several blocks to watch fireworks with my baby sister in our pleasant suburbia. I like that anyone can access and watch these shows light up our public sky. There is something decidedly American about them, with noises reminiscent of gunshots, vibrant colors that scintillate and obnoxious crowds cheering without reservation.
This has somehow become a part of my history. Why do I find this so interesting?
Tonight, I drove down several blocks to watch fireworks with my baby sister in our pleasant suburbia. I like that anyone can access and watch these shows light up our public sky. There is something decidedly American about them, with noises reminiscent of gunshots, vibrant colors that scintillate and obnoxious crowds cheering without reservation.
This has somehow become a part of my history. Why do I find this so interesting?
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