Thanks to those who cannot be responsible when using a fire cracker, gone are the days of watching an awesome fireworks display.
Okay, maybe in a controlled environment on New Year’s Eve only. But where are those days when we as the public could pop one in the sky, responsibly of course?
Who can remember dad arriving home with a box of fireworks – a different cracker for each child. One could choose between a widow maker – my personal favourite – and those little ones that look like small sticks of dynamite for sis.
For at least an hour, the whole family stood and watched as all these remarkable creations went off in the sky. Dad used to light them, with the rest of us watching from a safe distance.
But then you get those who think it is war and one big joke – those who stuff crackers in animals’ mouths or other body openings. Thanks to them, no more fireworks.
Please understand this; fireworks are meant for entertainment, not for torturing animals.
How would you like one going off in your pants?