I have several memorable 4ths. The first was when I was about 4 or 5. We lived across the street from a semi-pro baseball diamond. My babysitter took me out in the yard & thrilled me as she made sparklers pinwheel thru the air. Most of them went out when they hit the ground but evidently a couple didn't. They set the ball diamond on fire! We'd gone back into the house & were doing whatever when we heard sirens & looked out to a blaze. Yikes! We didn't get in trouble but it was quite a memorable 4th.
Another year my older cousin promised he'd make us super fire crackers. He was to start his surgical rotation in medical school July 1st so this was actually a little before the 4th. He was mixing various components for the fire crackers when somehow it sparked & there was quite the explosion in his bedroom... enough to blow his ear drum completely out & blow a couple of his fingers off. Needless to say, he's not a surgeon. And I've steered real clear of fire crackers ever since!
The last was 2 4ths in a row. The first took place when we lived in OK & the second when we'd moved back to KS. Both years I tripped (different ways) while doing housework (see what doing housework does for you? LOL!) & broke all 10 of my toes... 2 years in a row! I'm here to tell you... the ER on the 4th is one busy place! And I'll also add that while broken toes may not sound particularly painful (inconvenient, yes, but not painful), they really are. They take forever to heal, too.
This 4th was calm... thankfully! LOL!!!