Fireworks

Every year, there's bound to be an article or so for each festival, about some kid being injured by fireworks. Pictures of parents sobbing, and the pathetic-looking victim lying down with a pitiful expression.

Know what I think? I think they deserve what they get. Can't they get it into their thick heads that fireworks are banned for a reason?!

Of course, passers-by who happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time don't deserve the injury. But those who voluntarily, gladly, joyfully play with all these things do. Those who buy and sell fireworks, they deserve every little burn and wound.

My poor dog Snowy (NO, I did not name her!) was shivering with fear the whole time those annoying health hazards were going off. I had to stay with her to calm her down.

So if you play with fireworks and get wounded, don't come running to me for sympathy. I'd gladly injure you some more.