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Best Day of the Year

Fourth of July was a day that we gathered with our cousins. Sharing a picnic lunch, eating watermelon and hot dogs. The adults ate hamburgers, but who wanted those? We had chips for salt, and gooey cupcakes for sugar. We would go uptown in the morning to either be in the parade Or watch the parade which was a bunch of kids on bikes with crepe paper. We were in it when we were young, and our parents dressed us up. When we thought we were too old to be cute, we made fun of others. After lunch we would run back up town with as much money as we could. Because there was a carnival there, and the rides were magnificent. We would scream bloody murder from the tilt-a-whirl, And our brains would be scrambled as the ride snapped our necks. It was the best day of the whole year, better than Christmas. Because we lived in small town, USA, in the middle of Iowa. Even Santa Claus could not rival this carnival day! In the evening there were fireworks. Everyone came out and watched. It was a magical day, a marvelous day, the best day ever. I have such fond memories of that day, and my cousins. One who is gone now, and soon the other will be gone also I will soon be gone too, so I enjoy these memories now while I can.

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Date: 7/18/2022 12:59:00 PM
"Those were the days, my friend, we though they'd never end." Hmmm, I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before.
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