Happy Fourth of July

Meeting Round Kirsten

Today I met the person who made me and wrote the story of how I was flattened.  She is all grown up and much taller than her fourth grade self.  I had a wonderful time watching her examine my bracelet and patches.  Kirsten talked about how she painted her favorite things on me.  Her friendship bracelets were very important to her when she was nine.  She made bracelets for all her friends.  It did not matter if they were boys or girls they all had fun making and exchanging bracelets.  The patches on her clothes were so she could wear her favorite things longer. 

We talked a long time about how it was to travel with Nana.  She asked me if I had to make a scrapbook.  "Nana thinks it is important to write about your adventures," she told me.  "No, but I do have to write a blog for all my second grade friends," I said.  "Sounds like something Nana would do," she replied.  Then she told me about her trips with Nana to Florida, Boston (twice), New York City and Oregon.  Kirsten was happy to have a scrapbook for each trip.  She liked looking at the photographs she took and reading what she wrote.  She told me when she went to New York City and Boston for the second time with her sister and Nana. She liked this memory recording so much she taught her little sister how to make a scrapbook.  They put in their tickets for Empire State Building.  "There isn't a building that high in San Marcos," she explained.  "I could see the hustle and bustle of the city below.  Everything looked like New York City was a miniature town from so high up." 

I heard barking in the kitchen.  Kirsten told me that this was her new puppy Ned.  Papa and Mom are dog sitting this evening.  Kirsten and a friend are on their way to a Texas barbecue with friends.  I must have looked sad because she told me, "Don't worry I'll be back for the fireworks."  Fireworks!  I was very excited to learn more about fireworks.  She was off with promises of more time together, later.
 

Fireworks

Finally the sky darkened and dinner was put away.  I waited all day for the fireworks.  "What would happen," I wondered.  Auntie Carol jumped up and ran to the window.  "It's time," she exclaimed.  Nana picked me up and carefully carried me down the stairs.  I looked up into the sky that was a glow with sparkly stuff.  Over the trees every few seconds, sparks filled the sky over and over again with load pops off in the distance.  Auntie Carol put on music that she called patriotic music.  The people around me roared, "W-H-OOOOOO!  AHHHHHHHHH!"  This was the best time ever.