Two of my fondest memories of living on the East Coast involve the 4th of July. Moving from California to Maryland to attend Johns Hopkins in the crazy hot month of August, I came too late that first year. But when July came around again, one of my friends had the idea that we should all head to Washington D.C. to see the fireworks.
Sitting on the Mall that night, I had no idea what I was in for. When the first fireworks were sent up, they were pretty good, especially with the Washington Monument and the Capital as the backdrop. But these fireworks went on and on and on, getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Never in my life had I seen such a display. It was awe-inspiring.




