My first fireworks show

Every once in a while, a memory from my childhood comes back to me vividly.

Sometimes it doesn’t even have anything to do with what I’m doing, but the memory floods in and I can’t help but relive it. Sometimes the memories are good and other times they are bad, but they’re my memories just the same.

This past week, as I was thinking about the Fourth of July fireworks my family will see, when a memory came back to me.

It was when I saw my first big fireworks show. I was probably in elementary school, maybe fifth or sixth grade. I had never been to a big fireworks show and was kind of...