I love the Fourth of July. When I was in elementry school we lived in this house on a hill with a big circle drive, across the street from the golf course where the fireworks display was. Every year we would have a great view from our hill. I remember eating ice cream with neighbors, swimming, and laying on blankets looking for broccoli fireworks with the other kids while the adults sat on lawn chairs in the driveway.
When I was 16 I had ankle surgery a few days before the 4th and I made my parents bring me to the fireworks, despite the fact I could barely move around... even on my crutches. I didn't even have a real cast yet, just the short term post surgery one. My dad parked our Blazer in a gas station parking lot with the tailgate pointed in the direction of the fireworks and I laid on a blanket in the back.
We still spend almost every 4th with my family and so many things have stayed the same. We swim, Mom makes ice cream cake (gluten free now, of course), Dad grills something (BBQ briskit tommorrow, I'm told), and whoever is around comes to share. At the end of the night, we will bring the kids to the fireworks and they will fall asleep in the car on the way home. We will carry them quietly into my parents house and sneak them into their beds tired and sticky.
I love the traditions our family has for this one summer day each year. Whatever your traditions (and please do share if you'd like!), be safe, have fun, and enjoy the 4th of July!