Sitting here this morning thinking about all the other 4th of July celebrations over the years. When we were kids everyone went to the lake,,either a private camp or Lake Dunmore. Cotton candy and ice cream never tasted so good. Swim all day and burned hot dogs and salads to eat later. Watching the fireworks wrapped in some ones too large sweatshirt. The only care in the world was the mosquitoes. When happy childhood memories are so few and far between..does that make them more special?