"Every body has their taste in noises as well as other matters;
and sounds are quite innoxious or most distressing,
by their sort rather than their quantity."
Jane Austen
Fireworks, fire crackers and cherry bombs were once my delight. As a child, I loved the Fourth of July and craved the darkness bursting with sounds, colors, and shapes. It was an anticipated time for gatherings and fun.
Fourth of July as a mother changed things completely. Babies would scream at the noises and our dearest pets would shake and whine with fear. It was a time to worry about burns, accidents, and crowd control with a strong desire to retreat home.
Fondness for this holiday has diminished. Fireworks sound like bombs and I am self conscious about veterans or survivors of violence. The celebration for freedom stirs an uncertainty of our country's status and just how independent we really are.
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