In my state, we have a thing called Territory Day, where, to celebrate the fact we have a terrible government, we buy hundreds of dollars worth of measly explosives and attempt to set as much of the city on fire as possible....today was the 1st of July...Territory Day.....this is my story.
As the sun began to set you could hear them, whistles, cracks, and the occasional bang...they were calling...beckoning me to join them, so I quickly finished dinner, collected the impressively heavy bag of fireworks that my dad had bought me, and headed off to the park with my sister. Now I should note now that I'm not quite sure who exactly supplied my father with these particular balls of devilish fury...but as he pointed out to me, the larger ones cost him $15 each, which is pretty steep, with this in mind I marched happily towards the clearing, smiling with the knowledge that I would get quite a show....oh how right I was.
I picked a tree as our base of operations, placing the bag of explosives under it, hoping the leaves would protect it from stray sparks and set up a sandy area a distance away for the crackers. To begin with we played with the smaller ones, spark showers, crackly bits, the pretty stuff, keeping the hardcore stuff for later. Slowly the tubes were getting bigger, they were getting pretty nasty by this time, firing exploding balls a distance into the air, this was when we got our first warning, half way though it's show, a particular unit fell over, firing frizzing streamers quite a distance across the ground away from us, but every shot was coming closer, I got a little nervous and hid behind the tree, but the firework stopped before it his us, we laughed and stomped out the fires, getting ready to set another one up.
Nothing happened for a few more crackers, including one that almost silently launched something in the air, I was about to call it crap when the sky exploded above us, after I got off the ground I changed my mind about it. Then came quite a large work, quite heavy and equipped with a fairly extensive warning label, I placed it on the ground, and following the instructions, "light fuse and get away". The Firework fizzed for a while, then began to launch fizzing balls into the air, which exploded in a colourful shower, I was admiring one of these when my sister screamed, I turned her way in time to see something very fast, and quite dangerous zip over her head and explode behind us. Now about this time I relised that the work had fallen over and was pointing right at us, so I did what I thought was the smartest thing at the time, I left the safety of the tree and ran away....right into the firework's slowly rotating path, I was almost hit by about 3 shots I think.
You would think by this time we would of given up, but nooooo, determined not to be outdone by some paper and gunpowder, I pressed on, into the more substantial toys. I found a stand in the packaging that was meant to stop them from falling over and put it to use, by this time the fireworks were really nasty, the explosions shaking my chest from a fair way away. We were down to our last biggie, I set it on the launchpad, lit the fuse, then ran my ass off, as I reached the tree my sister laughed hysterically and ran for the cover of some thicker trees a distance away, I followed her, which was just as well cause all of a sudden all hell broke loose as this firework also fell over, there were explosions all around us as the cracker launched it's fury at us, I dived for cover and stayed low until there was quiet again, when I went and looked I found out what happened, the stand had broken, which I thought was kind of silly, seeing as it was built for this use, nevermind though. We finished off the last of the crackers, stuffing smoke bombs in our letterbox as we got home, then marched upstairs, happy to have survived one of the most interesting cracker nights yet.
Thanks for reading guys, hope you like the story, seeing it almost cost me an arm and a leg, just to finish up, at about midnight there was an almighty explosion, from what I can figure, most of the suburbs in my area heard it, This backyard bomb must of been huge, I can picture it too, a gang of super crazy teens, thinking it would be a huge laugh to almost destroy themselves by igniting what must of been satan's very own bangbang toy. It sure did a good job of raising hell, my dad, woken up by it, yelling about, trying to figure out what just happened, my sister laughing her head off in her bedroom and me under my blanket, screaming "NO, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!". Man I wish I could of thought of an idea like that...hehee...I love Territory Day. :3