not quite so special

As I'm writing this, I can hear a few fireworks being set off somewhere near here.  I love fireworks but I must admit they don't seem as special as they used to.  Yes, this is another one of those "when I was young" stories.  When I was young, it was a big deal to go to Woodburn (our nearest town) take a picnic supper or snacks, toss a ball around or just sit on a blanket and talk and wait for it to get dark.  Then finally, finally we were treated to 25 minutes of, to our eyes, fabulous fire works.  And that was it, except for a few sparklers twirled around at my aunt's house. One glorious night a year to celebrate our independence.  Now. it seems, people start setting off fireworks in late June and keep it up through most of July.  There are fireworks on the 4th, of course, and also at the end of Three Rivers Festival and after every home baseball game.  It's all very beautiful but sometimes I feel like it's just too much of a good thing.  Will I be warching on the 4th?  Of course.