Days of 47 at Grandma Blanchards !

A story in pictures !

Went to grandma's house.   Which usually includes putting marbles down the marble run. and ends in putting said marbles in mouths and spitting them all over the floor.   oh the memories we will have one day.

We bought Pop its.   Boxes and boxes...because frankly, they provide more enjoyment and last longer than any 20.00 firework and only cost 1.00.
Ryan was hesitant and kept repeating that he was scared....but after only a couple of minutes decided to throw a few down.

and oh the joy.  the exhilaration.

some used more precision, which included counting and craddling in the palm of their hands before throwing them down.

but nothing satisfied more than the pop pop pop that crackled from the sidewalk with each and every hurl.

We burned snakes and grandma's sidewalk

There were borrowed pop its when one's pop its were all used up....in exchange for promises of niceness and friendship that were short lived and usually forgotten afterwards. 

But no one cared and life was good.

No worries or cares.

only excitement for what was to come.

We said things like, "cool" and "who" and anything else that fits this facial expression.

We were ready to light off the big dogs.

The big fireworks were loud and bright.  Even at 7:43 pm. 
All the brave and excitement sizzled out just as fast as the 20.00 we spent on the stupid things.  

but they were always brave afterwards.

and the fireworks went high

They were high and loud.

and then something went terrible awry.  
One of the ariel shooters fell over sideways 1/2 way through and began blasting sprays of hot firey color in several different directions.   



The rest of the show was mostly viewed from the porch and inside of the house.   Which was a shame really because the anticipation of it falling over again was the best part.  :)
The end !

note :  no one was harmed during the taking of these pictures or at any other point during the story.