July 4, 2001
Little Fourth of July Memories

 


 
Typical Fourth of July Memory From Secra's Childhood:

Secra and her little brother Dickie stand in the driveway and wave their sparklers around in the air for a couple of minutes, while Grandpa stands nearby, holding the garden hose.

Little Secra hates sparklers. She hates the way they smell  ...  she hates the way they hisssssssss when they're lit  ...  she hates the way she burns her fingers on them every single year.  But she goes along with it, just to be a good sport, and when it's all over with she goes inside the house and sits in her bedroom and reads "The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew."


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Typical Fourth of July Memory From Secra's Teen Years (Before She *Discovered* Alcohol):

Secra and her best friend, Karen, go to the lake for the annual Fourth of July church picnic.

Secra hates going to the lake on the Fourth of July. She hates how pale and lumpy she looks in her two-piece bathing suit ... she hates the blistering sunburn she gets every year ... she hates the constant nerve-wracking bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! of firecrackers going off, all day long.  But she goes along with it, just to be a good sport, and when it's all over with she goes home and sits in her bedroom and draws little cartoon people in her journal.


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Typical Fourth of July Memory From Secra's Later Teen Years:

Secra and her boyfriend go to Highline Memorial Field with a bunch of their friends to watch the fireworks display.

Secra hates going to Highline Memorial Field to watch fireworks. She hates the crowds ... she hates the smell of sulphur and gunpowder in her hair ... she hates drinking lukewarm Coors. But she goes along with it, just to be a good sport, and when it's all over with she goes home and sits in her bedroom and pulls her bottle of Canadian Club out of the secret hiding place in her closet.


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Typical Fourth of July Memory From Secra's First Marriage:

Secra and her children sit on the front porch and watch her husband shoot off fireworks in the front yard.

Secra hates fireworks. She hates the way they smell ... she hates the way they ka-boom when they blow up in the neighbors' cherry tree (just before the police arrive) ... she hates cleaning up the mess through a thick fog of hangover, the next morning. But she goes along with it, to be a good sport, and when it's all over with she goes back in her house and sits in her bedroom and dreams about a Fourth of July without hangovers or BandAids or arguments ...

... or FIREWORKS.



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