Without Fear
Jul. 5th, 2003 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassy_gI remember the first time my son saw fireworks.
He was about eighteen months old at the time, and we had all gone to Stone Mountain to watch the 4th of July show.
When it finally got dark, and the fireworks started, he stood up next to me, clung tight to the shoulder of my shirt as he watched with wide-eyed wonderment.
I don't remember the fireworks, but I do remember the way the bright colors sparkled in his eyes when he let go of my shirt and stepped forward a pace, curious and wholly unafraid.
He was about eighteen months old at the time, and we had all gone to Stone Mountain to watch the 4th of July show.
When it finally got dark, and the fireworks started, he stood up next to me, clung tight to the shoulder of my shirt as he watched with wide-eyed wonderment.
I don't remember the fireworks, but I do remember the way the bright colors sparkled in his eyes when he let go of my shirt and stepped forward a pace, curious and wholly unafraid.
