Baby You're A Firework...

I'm not sure if I talked about this last year, or if I even had a blog at this time last year, but I go to Michigan every summer for the 4th of July. My mom's family has a cottage on an island up there and we have this huge shindig, starting with a parade (which we usually get to lead) followed by a big party, ending in a splendid fireworks display.

It sounds way more swanky than it is, trust me. But it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside because I love it so much. It's tradition! I really can't explain it any more than that. Maybe I like it so much because I get to see my family, or maybe I just like getting dressed up in ridiculous costumes for the parade.

(Last year, I was a clown. The year before that, I was a pirate. The year before that, I was a hula girl...or maybe that was two years ago. This year, I'm a Lost Boy...Slightly Soiled, I believe. You see, the parade is themed different every year. This year, the theme is Disney and my family is going as the Peter Pan characters.)


I digress. I suppose my point is that traditions rock. What are some of the traditions your family has? Do you have any for the 4th? Are you even American?