Fourth of July is one of my most favorite holidays, not counting my birthday, boxing day, National Old Time Fiddler's week, or opening day. Hence, if that stunning quartet ceased to exist, then Independence day, by process of deduction, would be my lone favorite. I have always been jealous of those individuals born on the fourth day of the seventh month, as, in my youth, I yearned to believe that all those fireworks were for my benefit alone, a blasting, ear-splitting celebration of the day of my birth. However, I came into the world a mere fourteen days prior to the holiday so I have livd my entire life with the arduous burden of not having the perfect day of birth. But being the bigger (or shorter, whichever you choose) person, I yearly get over this struggle in order to enjoy the smells, sounds, and tastes of all that is American.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.