|The sail boat races.... Love this!!|
All of this could have to do with my dysfunctional (I've used this word a lot lately) childhood. I have only one memory of my mother taking me to see the fireworks. I was four years old, she was drunk, and we hitchhiked back home. I don't remember how we actually made it to the park to begin with.
I think the closest memory the kids have that can be compared to my own beautiful childhood memory, was from this past Friday. I only had one glass of wine, but that combined with the steroid medication I've just been prescribed, obscured my judgement a bit while I was getting the boat back in the slip. You see, I'm the one who pulls the boat out and parks it. I'm good at it! Just not on this night... but the wife had faith, our friend's husband was very supportive, and well, at least I didn't run it into the dock or other boats... It just took a bit longer.
Now that I'm 4 days into my medicine, I'll avoid the wine tonight, and be happy with the food I've gotten for us! I hope everyone has a wonderful July 4th!!!
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