First we ate an afternoon picnic, presented on a traditional red checked tablecloth.
The good stuff we feasted on included watermelon and corn straight from the garden and shrimp right out of the cast net.
After sundown we shot a few of our fireworks.
Later we watched the big boys shooting their big toys.
Then around midnight we burned anything flammable that was not nailed down.
This picnic table, for example . . . .
It’s so much fun to not have to tolerate adults being around,
wagging their scolding finger and saying, “You can’t do that, you’ll get hurt!” and other such stale maturity.
God Bless Freedom from Responsibility!
Fine, & You?