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
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.
