So as you all know, Saturday was Independence Day, better known as the 4th of July. For the first time in my memory, my family and I went to Boston to watch the fireworks. The last time I had gone to see fireworks was a distant memory (I was about five) so I was looking forward to a fireworks experience I could remember properly.
We left the house at 8, which I thought rather unnecessary at the time seeing as the fireworks didn’t start until 10:30. We set off for Alewife, with a quick detour to pick up some family friends, then parked our minivan on the top floor. The other four levels were jam-packed with cars, and we felt rather lucky to have secured a spot. After entering the building and squeezing through the gates, we boarded the T and hunkered down, ready for what my mom had predicted to be a forty-minute ride. Needless to say, us children were feeling more than a bit pessimistic at this point, as we had not had the foresight to bring any form of entertainment. Fortunately my mom’s dark prediction went the way of most of the recent weather forecasts and we were off the T after a considerably shorter time, of about 20 minutes.
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