america. america. this is america.

Happy Fourth of July.
yesterday.
the 4th of July is the second best holiday.

when you wake up on the fourth, you can tell it's a holiday. a goodun. it's got a special feel to it.

good memories.

like that time when Jordan King threw a sparkler into the field across the street, and caught it on fire.

or when the Young's had that big neighborhood party.

or the time my cousin slobbered all over my bunny.

and that year Kelsi and i got all tricked out for the occasion, ribbons and all.

or when i was at the Dixie soccer camp, and missed out on the celebrations. but i did get to hear Diana Chudleigh ask "wait, how do you makeout anyway?"

or the year my family stopped going to the high school to watch the fireworks cause "we could see them just as well from our front yard." my gag. so i went to my room to pout, and missed the fireworks alltogether.

and all the food. oh the food. food food food. homemade ice cream, it's a tradition.

or that one year when my old dog Obi went crazy and trampled all the little children.

and the year we did maintanance at the pool and had to clean all the fireworks out of it.

and this year, when we did the fire dance in our front yard.

scary, scary eyes. sorry.

fire is fun. America is great.

"fire dance! fire dance!"

i love the fourth.