Fireworks, Don’t Fail Me Now
Childhood Sparkles in the Afterglow
Fireworks used to be the dark sparks of adventure. The word seemed to twist the air and make the kids giggle and dance. But that time has past. The thrill has fizzled and crackled itself out. It glows soft now, the embers of a familiar pleasure, warm and safe somehow. But all is not lost, even the languid, adolescent gaze drops its guard from time to time. For a moment the sparkle returns, the kids give up their self-conscious cool and let the joy and magic fizz, bang pop-a-lot back in.