Fireworks figured large in my youth, and not just on the Fourth of July. We were always blowing things up and doing various stupid things with firecrackers and bottle rockets. It always went pretty well — except maybe for the time we lit the Clancy’s tree on fire. Sorry about that.
Model cars and airplanes were always a big part of these antics. You’d spend hours putting something together, painstakingly sanding, painting, and gluing, only to take it behind the shed, cram it full of firecrackers, and blow it to smithereens.
Everybody I knew did this — but if a kid caused that sort of trouble today, he’d be packed off to see a shrink.
Anyway, the one thing we didn’t have were video cameras:
Please have a safe Fourth of July. If you get a chance, take five minutes to read the Declaration of Independence.