Day 30: A penny for the guy
Anyone that’s ever seen me around fireworks knows that I instantly regress to childhood when I see them. I find them completely delightful and absorbing. I find myself oohing and cooing and gasping with joy as they do their magic colourful exploding thing.
Each year on bonfire night (that’s 5th November, non-UK folks!) I am always excited to see the innovation and new sorts of explosives that they come up with. This year it was super-fast, very loud screamers. They buzzed really fast across the sky and lit up a whole area with their tails.
There’s something about the whole experience – the heat and the smell of the bonfire (on which we burn an effigy of Guy Fawkes, a Catholic who tried to blow up Parliament and King James I, but whose Gunpowder Plot was foiled), the greasy hot dog and watery hot chocolate – that makes the evening a delight from start to finish.
I don’t even care about being surrounded by crowds, including numerous tiny kids who either run around screaming with joy, or cower and wail in terror.
I wish every night could be fireworks night. Maybe I should live in Disneyland!
We shall go wild with fireworks… And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness. We don’t have any fireworks that big― Natsuki Takaya