I love fireworks. I love the really big and loud ones. I like the smell of them. I like when they are so loud I can feel them. Tonight I got to watch a great fireworks show in the small town of Pleasant Grove. I really like Pleasant Grove too. I do a lot of things there, work, melodramas, attend concerts in the park, fireworks shows. It’s a nice little town.
Their Independence Day fireworks take place at the football field of the high school. The show lasts about twenty-five minutes or so, and the final is great. They shoot off about 15-20 fireworks almost at the same time. It’s bright and loud. Last year I sat at the park East of the school. This year I sat on the grass next to the bleachers on the East side of the football field. The fireworks were being shot off from the West side of the football field. I was very close. And it was cool. I was right underneath the fireworks and had ash all over me by the end of the show. The sound made my whole body vibrate. I was in fireworks heaven, like a kid in a candy shop as some would say.
I love fireworks. I love the United States even more though.