My mother doesn’t like going to fireworks displays anymore these days. She says it’s because she doesn’t want to deal with all the traffic afterwards, but considering how she acted like I was going to set myself and my apartment building on fire when I mentioned buying some fireworks* awhile back, I think she’s oddly become mildly pyrophobic in recent years. I remember as a kid she always practically ran back inside away from the pool or the beach whenever she heard a lick of thunder, so I may not be wrong.
That was something my Dad brought up whenever we were on vacation and some place we went to had a band or was too close to music being played. He even pulled this out one year when my parents went all-out and we went to Hawaii for a vacation… every local restaurant had live music, and he’d bellyache “That’ll give me a headache” over and over again. So we wound up eating at a McDonald’s our first night there… thousands of miles crossed and spent God knows how much money spent just so we could do something we did back home easily. I’m still kind of angry about it, as you can tell.
I always loved watching fireworks but the crowds were a bit too much sometimes. Animals don’t like them because of the noise. The poodle we had when I was a kid was so afraid of the noise, he’d shiver in fear. We had to hold him to calm him down. My cats these days go off and hide.
I hated travelling to see fireworks because I hated having to sit in traffic after the fact. Plus where I live now, my neighbors spend $2,000 on fireworks and have a pretty bitchin display!
A couple summers ago I was in Chicago for a training program, it coincided with July 4th. I was staying closer to the edge of town, so not quite in the ‘burbs but probably a 10 minute drive from them. Anyway, in the lead up to the day, some of the local communities were doing firework displays, I guess as practice? A lot of neighbours were firing off the occasional one as well, but what really got me was when the 4th hit.
I could hear the first fireworks being set off around 4pm in the afternoon, mostly neighbours shooting stuff off at their cookouts or whatever. It kept ramping up, by about 7pm, it was a constant barrage of booms and bangs, and it did not let up until something crazy like 2am. I stayed inside mostly, because when I was outside I felt like I was in a warzone from all the noise. That and some people were being quite unsafe with how they were launching their fireworks.
I like fireworks, but that was a very messed up day, and I hope I never have to experience fireworks like that again
My mother doesn’t like going to fireworks displays anymore these days. She says it’s because she doesn’t want to deal with all the traffic afterwards, but considering how she acted like I was going to set myself and my apartment building on fire when I mentioned buying some fireworks* awhile back, I think she’s oddly become mildly pyrophobic in recent years. I remember as a kid she always practically ran back inside away from the pool or the beach whenever she heard a lick of thunder, so I may not be wrong.
* From across state lines, admittedly.
Also, some people *really* dislike loud noises. I’ve known people who avoid going to see fireworks for that reason.
That was something my Dad brought up whenever we were on vacation and some place we went to had a band or was too close to music being played. He even pulled this out one year when my parents went all-out and we went to Hawaii for a vacation… every local restaurant had live music, and he’d bellyache “That’ll give me a headache” over and over again. So we wound up eating at a McDonald’s our first night there… thousands of miles crossed and spent God knows how much money spent just so we could do something we did back home easily. I’m still kind of angry about it, as you can tell.
I always loved watching fireworks but the crowds were a bit too much sometimes. Animals don’t like them because of the noise. The poodle we had when I was a kid was so afraid of the noise, he’d shiver in fear. We had to hold him to calm him down. My cats these days go off and hide.
I hated travelling to see fireworks because I hated having to sit in traffic after the fact. Plus where I live now, my neighbors spend $2,000 on fireworks and have a pretty bitchin display!
A couple summers ago I was in Chicago for a training program, it coincided with July 4th. I was staying closer to the edge of town, so not quite in the ‘burbs but probably a 10 minute drive from them. Anyway, in the lead up to the day, some of the local communities were doing firework displays, I guess as practice? A lot of neighbours were firing off the occasional one as well, but what really got me was when the 4th hit.
I could hear the first fireworks being set off around 4pm in the afternoon, mostly neighbours shooting stuff off at their cookouts or whatever. It kept ramping up, by about 7pm, it was a constant barrage of booms and bangs, and it did not let up until something crazy like 2am. I stayed inside mostly, because when I was outside I felt like I was in a warzone from all the noise. That and some people were being quite unsafe with how they were launching their fireworks.
I like fireworks, but that was a very messed up day, and I hope I never have to experience fireworks like that again