I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the Fourth of July.
Don’t misunderstand, I love what the 4th represents.
I love the fireworks displays, the picnics, the time with family and the celebration of country.
It’s actually my “personal” ties to the fourth that have me a bit torn.
You see…at the young age of 12, I stepped (or better yet – was pushed) into the firecracker business.
My father who was a teacher/coach had summers off so we were always searching for summer work as a family to earn a little extra money.
It quickly became selling fireworks.
And my dad isn’t one to do something half way….oh no….he dives right in.
In the beginning we managed some 15 or so firework stands- then when those started losing their flavor -we sold the stands and graduated to something bigger – Tents!
My sister and I ran one, my dad ran one, and we managed some 6 others.
It was a profitable business – but “fun” didn’t figure in.
If you’ve ever been to Arkansas in the summer you know what I’m talking about.
Hot, humid and dirty.
That’s how I looked and felt for the entire 3 weeks we sold.
Fireworks on the fourth were my life for 10 years.
It paid for college and taught me quite a few life lessons.
Like family comes first.
We needed the money and that meant everyone contributed.
So, for 3 weeks – 10 summers in a row – I gave up time with friends and time doing what I wanted and worked hard.
I don’t regret any of it – but after smelling, selling and handling fireworks for so many years, you can understand why I’m not too crazy to get around them anytime soon.
Have a wonderful 4th and be safe!