Post by Brambles on Jul 5, 2007 21:36:31 GMT -5
Alright. Yesterday was obviously the fourth of July.
It was also the first that was thrown at my house in mabye 6 years.
It was the best one yet.
Here is why:
Alright, everything was all peachy keen. We were setting off the small fireworks and sparklers and whatnot at the beginning. 9:15-9:30 rolls around. We pull out a firework that shoots mabye 10 or 15 fireballs into the air. First one goes off, pretty colors. I'm standing near my driveway staring up at the sky and waiting for the second. I hear it explode, but the light and sparks are on the ground. Fireworks are now exploding around everyones feet, setting fire to some ivy in a ditch on the side of the road, which me and my cousin run over to stomp out. I turn, heart bucking wildly in my chest, to see a second, much larger fire blazing in my neighbors yard. I'm the first to see it. I start hauling (naughty word here) across the cauldesac towards the fire, screaming, "Oh my God, fire, fire!!!" Everyone turns towards the fire and starts running towards it. I get there first and stomp out a smaller fire next to the big one. My grandpa and cousin reach me, and my cousin takes off his shirt, hands it to my grandpa, who starts beating down the fire with it. My Dad runs over to get the neighbors hose and puts out the fire. Now theres a big black spot in the middle of my neighbors yard. They weren't home. All the while, the fireworks eventually stopped, leaving two burn spots and my grandma's foot bruised and slightly burned by one. Turns out, after the first one launched, it tipped the whole darned thing over, fuse still burning and all.
Best 4th ever...
It was also the first that was thrown at my house in mabye 6 years.
It was the best one yet.
Here is why:
Alright, everything was all peachy keen. We were setting off the small fireworks and sparklers and whatnot at the beginning. 9:15-9:30 rolls around. We pull out a firework that shoots mabye 10 or 15 fireballs into the air. First one goes off, pretty colors. I'm standing near my driveway staring up at the sky and waiting for the second. I hear it explode, but the light and sparks are on the ground. Fireworks are now exploding around everyones feet, setting fire to some ivy in a ditch on the side of the road, which me and my cousin run over to stomp out. I turn, heart bucking wildly in my chest, to see a second, much larger fire blazing in my neighbors yard. I'm the first to see it. I start hauling (naughty word here) across the cauldesac towards the fire, screaming, "Oh my God, fire, fire!!!" Everyone turns towards the fire and starts running towards it. I get there first and stomp out a smaller fire next to the big one. My grandpa and cousin reach me, and my cousin takes off his shirt, hands it to my grandpa, who starts beating down the fire with it. My Dad runs over to get the neighbors hose and puts out the fire. Now theres a big black spot in the middle of my neighbors yard. They weren't home. All the while, the fireworks eventually stopped, leaving two burn spots and my grandma's foot bruised and slightly burned by one. Turns out, after the first one launched, it tipped the whole darned thing over, fuse still burning and all.
Best 4th ever...
