Fireworks hold a special place in my heart. There’s just something about watching their explosions paint the sky. They’re magic.
You don’t believe me? Think about it. Everyone rushes to a central location, arms filled with blankets. chairs, flashlights and bug spray– there’s hustle and bustle. Kids laugh and play with one another–laughter.
And then the fireworks start. What happens? Silence. No matter where you are, the venue goes quiet, save the boom of the firework.
See? Magic.



