On Friday we went to see some fireworks. It was not fun.
The location was in a valley, meaning we were trapped with very loud booms (and echoes). We were also, unknowingly, right under them. So, ash was raining down and a big hunk of charred firework paper wrapping landed right on Mabel’s head.
From the time of the first test to the grand finally, Mabel had her ears covered and head tucked down, cowering on Mac’s lap asking when it would be over. Nemo clung to me with my shirt balled up in his fists, eyes shut tight, tensing every time I moved.
So, they didn’t really enjoy it.
On the ride home, Mabel kept asking why they were so loud and I tried explaining they were an explosion and being so near to them made it really loud. We suggested ear muffs, but she refused saying, “I don’t like to feel it in my heart.” Which I take to mean the concussion of the explosion also bothers her.
She has since asked us repeatedly to take her to ‘quiet fireworks.’ Unfortunately, this year, we won’t be home for the actual 4th and won’t be able to watch from the vantage point we did the last 2 years- where we were miles away from where the fireworks were set off. Our only other chance to see any fireworks will be in the Catskills, where we’re in an even smaller valley and the fireworks are just as loud and just as close.
If only she were old enough to read this article- Science of Summer: How Do Fireworks Work?