We whispered to each other that we would make our escape during the finale--they would never see or hear us then. So we waited anxiously for the finale...once it started, Andrew said, "This is it! Go! GO!" We took off running through the trees with the BANG BANG of the fireworks nipping at our heels. I know it sounds dramatic--but at the time it really seemed like someone was shooting at us and we were running for our lives. We ran until we came to a fence. We were surrounded by tall fences and signs that said NO TRESPASSING. I wasn't sure how the heck we had even come in. We frantically scurried around, searching for a way out. Finally, we came to a HUGE drop off. Andrew jumped, but I hesitated. I would, under normal circumstances, NEVER have jumped off--it was really high. But with the BANGS and BOOMS becoming more frequent, I leapt. Sweating, scared, and a little bit impressed that I had just jumped off a cliff, we made it to the street in one piece. Andrew still marvels that I jumped--but hey, we had worked ourselves up into such a fright--I figured it was the only way.
We really didn't even get to enjoy the fireworks that night, but it was definitely a night to remember. We couldn't stop laughing afterwards about how silly we had been.
This year, I don't think we'll be leaping off any cliffs in a dash for our lives--with the stroller and all it may be tough. But, as always, I expect to have a great time tomorrow. Happy 4th!
2 comments:
That's a good story! I think I would have just turned myself in verses running for my life. :) I'm not very daring though... Hope you have a great day tomorrow! My kids have always been scared of the loud noises that come with fireworks. Maybe they'll surprise me this year and like them. :) Actually if it doesn't stop raining here in TX we won't be seeing any fireworks!
How funny. I love stories like that! Glad you got away.
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