Linking up with Six Sentence Stories again. This week's prompt: park.
I always enjoyed my childhood home's location near the park, but especially on the 4th of July. As Independence Day drew to a close, cars lined both sides of the road, and families walked on the shoulder of the hot pavement to the park in anticipation of the fireworks display. Meanwhile, my brother, my sister, and I danced across the cool, green grass and sat on the cozy blankets Mom had carefully spread out on our front lawn. Before we settled in to watch the big show and munch on popcorn, though, we each held a sparkler, bravely waving it in the dusky air. Finally, the sun disappeared and the show started. The sky lit up, we oohed and aahed, and our hearts reverberated with each deep BOOM; we knew this grand finale was the best one ever.
Thanks for fireworks.