Memory Flash Back

Summertime...heat, swimming, no school and the 4th of July.  With the 4th of July quickly approaching, fireworks now legal in Arizona (don't get me started on the logic of THAT) and big white tents are popping up all over the place displaying the latest and greatest pyrotechnic toys.

So what's the flash you ask? The fireworks (no pun intended). As I passed one of those tents today, I had such vivid memories of when I was a kid and we would fireworks off our front porch.  I guess it must have been some time around 1970 when my mother first started selling fireworks for one of her friends.  I can't remember the woman's name but for a couple of years Mom would spend a couple weeks each summer selling fireworks off our front porch. We had the perfect location living on the main road into and out of the our small town.  All the summer and weekend people had to pass right by us on their way into town.

Each morning we would help my mother set up the table with all the different fireworks.  We helped with the sales, I think that is probably where I first learned how to make change. For us kids, it was fun, for my mother I guess it was a blessing to have the extra money.  There are no words to adequately describe those memories.

A few years later, my sister and I sold fireworks for some people we babysat for the rest of the year.  They would bring a small trailer to park in front of our house and my sister and I would take turns working.  When traffic was heavy we would both work together.  This was a very small trailer, you had to step on the wheel to climb over the counter to get in.  One year, they decided on the evening of the 4th to take our trailer stand down to the beach where crowds were gathering for the annual fireworks display.

Ok, so now we have one very small trailer with one way in and one way out with 2 teenage girls as well as 2 teenage boys, located in an area where people are gathering for a celebration and drinking and business is booming.  Drinking, fireworks, maybe you have an idea where I'm going with this.  So the four of us are all working out of this small trailer when suddenly a rocket comes flying into the trailer.  Boy, you never saw four kids jump so fast....lol.

Ah well, this probably doesn't make a bit of sense to anyone other than me and maybe my sister. Just a fireworks flashback.