As obviously my little Brit doesn't have much experience with the holiday, and they don't really celebrate British Independence Day (as they were never owned), or British 'Do You Remember When We Owned Half The World, Wasn't That Awesome? Let's Celebrate That!' Day, I'm taking over this post with my American memories. And apparently an over-use of memes. So there!
Growing up with foreign parents, I feel a bit like we learned as we went with American holidays. For instance, we never had mac n' cheese or candied yams at Thanksgiving (something I only realised was missing when I trolled through the internet looking for the unhealthiest American foods possible for Thanksmas), and I really only remember celebrating the Fourth when we moved to Boise, at age 8 or so. We eventually learned that even though bigger fireworks are illegal in Idaho, if you drive an hour west of Boise to Oregon, you can get big-ass awesome fireworks from shady shacks on the border and take them back home.
My favourite Independence Day we spent in McCall, Idaho, about 3 hours from home in the mountains. We had a cabin there growing up, and the always do such a great fireworks display - over the big lake in the middle of the town, set off from a raft. I remember sitting on a dock watching them with my family, and playing 'Miss May Mack' with my little brother. Poor child.
My Dad also used to buy fireworks for us to set off in our street - we loved spending hours lighting them and running away before they went off, watching Dad do the same with the big ones, and spelling things in the air with sparklers.
|On crazy hair day, super patriotic|
It's days like Independence Day that make me happy to be American - for all its faults, I really do love my country. (cue: 'Born in the USA' by Bruce Springsteen)