THE FOURTH OF JULY FIRE WORKS
« Hey Grandma! How ya doing ? » I yelled as my grandmother
stepped inside. « Im fine thanks, how about you ? »
« Im doing great ! » I said. « Weres Grandpa ?
» Nicholas, my brother, exclaimed. « Hes coming.
» my grandmother replied.As the guests arrived we all sat down to
eat. Never in my life had i tasted such a good dinner ! There was
homemade pasta salad, cheesburgers, hot-dogs, green salad, and
for dessert : lemon cake that my mom and i had baked just that
To me that was food fit for a king ! After the excellent meal was over,
everybody got in the car.
On the way to Myrtle Avenue, we heard people celebrating :It was
unbeleivable ! Screams of children would be heard over the crackle of
the fire-works, yells of delight would « Oh » as
colors burst into the sky ! No sad face was to be seen.
Soon we were at our destination. As everyone got out of the
car, my dad and brother carried the chairs that the adults would sit
on. My mom and grandma picked a spot were we would
sit. Then, almost 40 minutes later, the fireworks started.
It was a beautiful sight . Red turned into green, big turned into
small. Each one had its own uniquness. Some of the
fireworks were like fire turning into gold. They shot up so fast,
and then stayed there for at least one breathtaking second. All
were different and the same in one way. Red, blue, yellow, green,
white. So many colors ! They were as colorful as a rainbow, just
waiting to be seen in there utemost beauty. And then there were
the noises: Pop ! Pop ! Pop ! Pop ! Pop ! The sound vibrated in my ears
as the fireworks faded in the warm night air. Even my little
brother Nicholas managed to stay quiet. It seemed like I was in a
different world. I was dumbfounded, not able to speak because of
the picture in front of my eyes. Still the Pop ! Pop !
Sounded like a far-away echo, as if it didn’t belong to the
fireworks in the dark sky.
Soon after the show, I lay in my bed rethinking what had happened
earlier. Maybe, just maybe, I could help for the next Fourth of
July ?: I could show the fire men that I wasn’t scared to go near the
fire-works, I could help « Uncle Sam » pass out candy to
the children, I could do all kinds of things…………. As I thought of these
ideas, I snuggled deeper into my bed, smiling at the sounds of
fire-works in the air : Pop ! Pop !
GISELLE, 12 Jahre aus Los Angeles, (2005)