I used to never really hate fireworks. But 3 things have changed my mind:
- having a dog who is terrified of them
- the escalation in increasingly loud boomers over cool light shows
- motherfuckers who keep doing it until 2 am
Anyway, nowadays I'm on team prosthetic surgery
my dog goes crazy at the smallest firecracker, so we just retreat to nowheresville for the whole week every year.
this is him enjoying the river and not barking at fireworks for a full week.
Indelible youth experience: reading a YA biography of a kid who was blinded by a firecracker he was lighting. It was intentionally positive, the kid rejected despair and handled his disability very well, and I didn't go totally abolitionist, but I was on the road.
I used to love fireworks on the 4th of July. Nowadays, I try to comfort my cats while we have to deal with jackasses (almost certainly all men) finding the loudest legal explosives in the Midwest and blowing them up in my alley.
Also the air quality has gone from "good" to "moderate" after a night with municipal fireworks shows in the area + some individuals setting off fireworks.