It’s the Fourth of July!
Many of you don’t think of this day as anything special, but for me it’s synonym to a great day. I allow myself to cite from wikipedia:
In the United States, Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a federal holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. It is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, picnics, baseball games, and various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States, but is often also viewed as simply a summer festival, apart from its patriotic overtones.
Back in the days where I used to live in New Jersey, there was always someone in the neighbourhood planning a big BBQ-Party – actually, everyone did. We went to the house of one of my parents friends, who usually had kids my age that I was friends with too. We spent the day swimming in their pool or running around (grass! and trees! and wet dogs!) in our bathing suits. Every once and a while we’d stop to munch down a hot dog or a (home made) burger, the buns getting soggy because of our wet hands. The weather was always great. I can’t remember a 4th of July that was rainy or anything other than sunny and summery. We got to stay up late and watch the parents get funny because of the heat combined with some alcohol, always served in those festive red, white or blue plastic cups. And to watch the fireworks, of course. The best place to do that was at the shore, all snuggled up on a blanket, with hundreds of strangers around all oohing and ahhing as the huge (man were they big!) fireballs lit up the sky. There was a defintite sense of freedom in those days.
Even when we moved to France, we would set our summer vacation trip to the states on those dates, so that we could still celebrate the Fourth with our friends. Now it’s been almost seven years since I’ve crossed the big pond. If I ever find the time to go back again, it would have to be in July. Happy Fourth everyone back there!