Sparklers

Last night we gave each of the three grandkids a package of sparklers to ignite for the 4th of July. There were six small stems enclosed in a box that could have held 24.

 Did we used to get 24? 12? when I was young or is my memory clouded by the years? I seem to remember the glow being brighter or colored or lasting longer. 

The thread that was still true was the look of delight and wonder on their faces. It still was magical to have a silver stick turn into a fairy wand. 

A campfire with marshmellows being roasted glued smiles into place. And a summer night was light until past bedtime. 

 It doesn't get much better than that.