Explosions and Fireworks
The first fireworks I remember was sitting in a stadium with my parents and grandparents, underneath the fireworks. My grandfather, who had been in the Pacific theater during WWII, would flinch at each explosive sound.
I could feel the shock in my entire body and afterwards there was a ringing in my ears that lasted a da…
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