This actually happened two years ago. Obby had brought a big bag of fire works to the beach that year. We set some off and there was a particularly big one that we set up. My family, used to setting off small fire crackers in the woods, stood to watch. Obby and I lit it and ran about 200 feet away. I didn’t fully realize how big the fire cracker was going to be until it shot up in the air and exploded into a giant ball of sparks and noise. Seeing flashlights light up down the beach, we grabbed the bag of fire works and ran for the house. My mom trailed behind saying that if the cops got her first, she’d stall them.
The wings comment was from this fourth of July. As Obby and I set off sparklers and cherry bombs in the street outside our house, Obby pulled out a small rocket. I got nervous when I saw the wings. It flies great if it heads into the air. Not so much if it goes to ground first. Then it just shoots around like a pin ball and sometimes might go strait to the big bag of fire works I had next to my chair. Very exciting.
