I am a woman of extremes. In one week, I have watched two different firework spectaculars. The first in New York City where I could see the iconic Statue of Liberty in the background. Last night, I watched the Summerfest fireworks in Prairie Ridge Park in Iowa. I don't even want to say that one is better than the other. I cannot even compare the two. In New York, I was crowded and cramped, but the show was spectacular. In Iowa, I was relaxed in my lawn chair with a funnel cake in my lap. The fireworks were so close that I thought they might fall right down on me. It was the closing event for the annual Summerfest. I used to avoid the fireworks show in North Dakota with work at the ice cream shop. I hated the crowds and the parking. I hated the mosquitos and the search for a "good spot". Most people assume that everyone loves fireworks, but it has been something that I have learned to love and appreciate. But now, it is like most things in my life, once I am there, I love it. I am so glad that I did it.
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As an animal lover, on the 4th of July, I am always worrying about the animals: ducks, geese, birds, dogs, cats -- you name it. It must be hell on earth for those poor creatures.
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