September 3, 2017
July 24, 1987
I had turned 9 nearly two months prior and as I held a balloon that my mom had given me earlier that day during the parade, I sat on the side of the hill at Liberty Park awaiting the fireworks that were scheduled to start in the next few minutes.
I could feel the excitement well up inside me as I held my breath. The fireworks had just started. As they exploded, I listened to the crackle high above me in the air intermingling with the crowds hushed ...