Be a Daredevil: Light a Firework

by Amy on July 4, 2010 · 2 comments

Once a year when I was a little girl growing up in North Dakota, my parents would bundle my sister and me up under an afghan outside on our patio giddily past our bedtime.  They’d tell us to watch the night sky.  There, explosions of light would pop out at random in the shapes of snowflakes and flowers and pinwheels.  I thought this was a naturally occurring phenomenon, something that happened magically once a year, like lightning or the Northern lights.

I didn’t learn until later that fireworks must be triggered by human effort and a dash of daredevil attitude.  See, you have to arrange them, and dare to get close enough to light their fuse with a match.  I always left that to the neighbor boys, the ones who fearlessly staged bottle-rocket wars all summer long.  I, a natural-born chicken, was only brave enough to light the mild stuff, like the pretty yellow and orange and green smoke bombs, the black snakes that smudged my fingers, or the sparklers (the last of which, frankly, kind of scared the crap out of me, too, when the sparkle got too close to my hand and burned a little before fizzling out).

I’m still counting on fireworks in my relationship-to-be.  Oh, I know, all of you married folk who no longer have that spark and have moved on to the practical phase of your partnership, I should be hunting for a man who will treat me right and make a good dad and provide companionship and a hand when the toilet needs fixing.  I do want those things, too, but I also want the spark, at least for a little while until it fizzles out into my dreams, leaving me blissfully happy when the smoke clears.  I’m guessing most of you married folks had that at one time, that it was the fuse that lit your relationship.

I don’t think fireworks are an unreasonable desire, as long as you realize fireworks don’t just come to you in the night sky.  You need to trigger them with your own action, your own nerve, and, because the fuse might not light right away, by giving them a fair chance to take. This means no longer sitting back and watching the show from afar but making it happen yourself. 

Smoke bombs are child’s play.  This year I’m manning up and going for skyrockets.

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Fleta December 14, 2014 at 6:57 pm

Thank you so much for this arelict, it saved me time!

Ridwan March 16, 2015 at 12:45 pm

Oct13 Stephanie ParkerI love all your creative ideas. Thanks so much for shnraig with the world. I work in a Family Literacy Centre in Whitehorse, Yukon and we’ve been using some of your ideas and colouring sheets. Thanks Joel! Stephanie at the Yukon Family Literacy CentreReply

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