|My grandson, Michael, a couple of years ago|
Mom and Dad always talked with us about what the 4th of July meant. If we were in Reno, we would go to the drive-in and watch a movie because when the city fireworks show began, we had a perfect view behind the movie screen.
Personal fireworks are illegal in Nevada, so I didn't even know what that was until I was an adult and moved to Sacramento and saw the crazy Californians trying to blow each other up.
If we were at the cabin for the holiday, we would make signs that said "honk for freedom," and sit on the edge of the highway and wave to people as they honked. At night, we would bang pots and pans together for noisemakers, make smores, and blow bubbles in the meadow.
Have a safe and lovely 4th of July!