I remembered a happy memory from my childhood. It was the 4th of July fireworks in Roosevelt Park in Edison, NJ, sometime in the 1960s, the smells of summer -- barbecues, squeels of joy from kids playing tag, the throwing of frisbees, people on blankets, chairs that would only last one summer or so, people biking around the lake that we had just 6 months earlier straped on ice skates to be the next skating star!
That's what I remembered while laying on a blanket in Anne Morrison Park in Boise, ID, last night waiting for the fireworks display. There were thousands of people there, and yet it didn't feel like it was crowded. Kris and I were invited by our friends Judy, Renee and Diane to share the evening with them.
And what a display it was! It lasted only about 20 minutes, which I always remembered the displays being longer somehow, but I believe memory of childhood doesn't come with the correct timing.
The fireworks display, as beautiful as it was, was totally secondary to the experience of just hanging out with good friends, feeling childhood memories instead of just thinking about them.
Joy. A joy that as adults we rarely get to experience in our "adult" world of responsibilities. It made me want to have more of these joyous experiences, the kind that makes life worth living, the kind that MEANS living.
The Universe is Kind...
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