In America, 4th of July is a festive holiday celebrated by every proud American. The streets are filled with sausage grilled smoke and burgers teeming with savory taste. Fireworks glorify the vast expanse of the sky with fiery bright sparks flying up high before they come crashing on down and fade into the night. Fourth of July is an exciting holiday for many people living in America. It is a National Holiday celebrated by families and friends with a simple gathering in their backyards or patios.
Work hours are cut short, some business are usually closed. Nonetheless, it is recognized as the best relaxation holiday during the summer. Residential streets are busy with the traditions of 4th of July cheer. Firecrackers set ablaze and spin around on the ground of roadways. M80′s go off and set off the alarms off of nearby cars. The sun gazing over dozen of people’s backs, the clear blue skies waving gentle blueish-white hues, the smell of barbecue lingers in the air while men sip on Bud-light beers. Women chatter all around while men kick-back listening summer songs played on the radio. Children chase each other, tumbling on the ground. Mothers carry out dishes in and out of the dining room preparing each meal, burgers, hot-dogs, an all-round American deal.
The joyous laughter beats loudly out back by the patio. You can’t help to notice your niece playing with your sister’s sons. Your dad is joking, laughing, while flipping patty’s on the grill. His brother comes up and asked him if he’s ready to bring out the sausages. Flashes catch you by surprise at first. Until you spot your nephew running around with the camera taking snap shots of everyone having a good time. She laughs, giggles, and everyone turns around to look at her holding the camera.
It’s twilight the air loses its radiant warmth from noon. People are now wearing their coats, sweaters, and jackets. The adults sit out on the white plastic seats looking over their children running around playing with the house pet, Nibbles. Nibbles (a dog) runs tumbling with the kids, wagging his tail in happy excitement. The dog and the children prance around the dim lights until the older nephews call them over, “Come on, hurry up. We’re about to light up the firecrackers!” The sound from Anthony’s trombone shouts to them. The kids run to Anthony, he takes a few steps towards the middle of the road, takes out a lighter from his pocket and a pack of firecrackers lights them up and tosses them away.
The girls cover their fingers, shrieking at the top of their lungs while the boys stand back in surprise and excitement to watch the flares jump and dance around on the asphalt. The smoke rises in big yawns covering the asphalt underneath. The kids cheer energetically, jumping up and down clapping their hands. All the while adults sit back with another can in their hand while reminiscing of their own days under the sun on Fourth of July.