Do they inspire you or do you not like the noise and commotion? Write about it.

364 days out of the year, I find fireworks to be utterly unremarkable. But on Independence Day?

Magical.

There's this kid-like joy I experience when the first burst happens. I'm usually surrounded by friends and we're usually pretty drunk and our eyes are agape, our mouths are wide open. It's a tiny moment that lasts maybe 15 minutes but it's special to me. I love the bright lights and loud colors, I am 4 years old.

I know people who h a t e fireworks, they hate the noise, they hate the smell, they hate raucous crowds, maybe they even hate celebrating America. Who knows? I certainly can't relate but I empathize.

This year will be the first year celebrating the holiday living in Vegas. It's bittersweet because I'm usually with all my friends and family. This year I don't even know if I'll even be able to see the fireworks from where I am. But I hope so. I want my once-a-year awe-filled moment.