Ok, so I am normally not a big fan of the fourth of July. It just hasn't been the best holiday for me. I think it started when I was 8. My family had a picnic at a park and I was doing a penny drop from some monkey bars- well I attempted to do a penny drop anyway. I didn't know that there was jagged cement under my head and when I dropped- I cracked my head open. I can't remember how many stitches I had, but I remember I couldn't swim for a few weeks and it pretty much ruined my summer.
Another 4th of July I was proposed to by my boyfriend- which is a good thing- but then that relationship ended dramatically and badly, so that made it not so good.
I also hate going to see fireworks- the crowds, the babies crying, the stupid guy yelling "fire in the hole!" I just don't enjoy it most of the time.
This year was an exception. A group of us decided to have a BBQ at my house and just do our own thing and I loved it. Damien was a great fireworks director- hot dogs, Popsicles and jello salad. I like not having to go anywhere, it was awesome.
So wrong, yet so funny.