We Survived Another 4th of July

Every year the 4th of July at my grandparents house something always seems to happen. One year "somethings smokin' in the peas" another year we "set" Megan on fire, so she claims, and another year someone put the mortar in upside down and it came out of the tube backwards and went into our audience. I've never seen so many people move that quickly.

This year, my uncle Kevin brought over a large black plastic bag of motor oil in white containers for Grammie's new car and left them next to the firework platform. We all assumed the stuff in the black plastic bag were tubes Grandpa had saved from previous 4th of Julys...until I looked.

Well, their next door neighbor last year brought over a large box of fireworks and asked us if we wanted them...of course we said yes, free fireworks...duh. They stayed in the trunk of my car for the entire year...I might have needed to use them. Some of the rockets sticks broke on them, making their balance way off. I wanted to set them off anyway just to get rid of them. I had no idea what they were going to do. I told the audience to be on guard, I had no idea what it was going to do. I set the first one off, it barely flew and it exploded in the garden, which was behind the firework platform. I put the second one in and lit it, it jumped out of the tube about five feet and couldn't of landed perfectly into the black plastic bag full of oil. It lit on fire. I was laughing so hard I almost fell down and at one point I could not breathe. Everyone else was laughing no one could talk. Eventually Grammie yelled to Doug, "oh my god, there's oil in that bag...Doug, go stomp it out before it blows up!" We all had forgotten what was in there. So that was one of the exciting events that had happened. I'll add it to the list of weird things that happen when me and my family get together.