Do you remember waking up on a sunny 4th of July to the sound of lawnmowers buzzing, relinquishing that sweet and tangy smell of fresh-cut grass?
Did you spend hours that day, setting up the sprinkler just right, so that you could make it all the way to the splash-pool at the end and accumulate as little grass as possible?
How many daughters helped their moms and aunts and grandmas cut up watermelon and spread red, checkered tablecloths over picnic benches?
How many sparklers could you hold in your hands while twirling them around in the twilight, just as the fireflies came out to dance with leftover burgers and sugar-rushed children?
Even though you polished off a pound of potato salad, did your mom's friend make you a container to take home with you?
Were you late to the game across the street, in the park? or did you make it to the outfield just in time for the ump to shout, "play ball!"
Were your neighbors upset when your little brother and his best friend decided to unleash the Pyromaniac Pack at the end of your driveway? ; ) How long did it take you to clean up the next day?
Do you still feel like a kid, sprawled out on the grass with her family and friends, silenced into awe and wonder as fireworks burst and boom in the sky above, a symbol of victory and unity?
Do you tear up when you think of the thousands of people who have stood up for our Country and our freedom to think, our freedom to choose, and our freedom to act?
When the frolick is done and night is back to dark, are you proudly satisfied to have participated in such community camaraderie, touched by the atmosphere of the yearly ritual?
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