I stretched my head back with the first whoosh, it stayed there for the rest of the display. With each bang and flash that followed the memories of my youth flooded back; nothing else mattered. Those days are so far behind me now, and yet I remember; I remember clearly how I watched similar patterns stretching across the sky in a rainbow of colours, that heavy nasel smoke that blanketed down, the glowing trails left by sparklers held in gloved hands that would burn into the back of the eyes. It was just like I was ten again.
Now I am here doing the exact same thing as I once did with my father. My ten year old was huddled in front of me, taking the exceitment. I can only imagine she is wearing the exact same face I did when I first saw fireworks for the first time, only she seems to be braving them far better than I did. Funny how history repeats itself in its special little ways. I hope in time when she’s older she gets to experience the same joy I’m feeling now with her own.
Laura Steel ©2014