Since the earliest years of my childhood, my family and I would go to visit my grandparents’ home in California. Fireworks are perfectly legal where they lived, so we would always celebrate
America’s Independence Day with some fireworks, right there in my grandparents’ back yard. It seems safe to say that I enjoyed the fireworks, long before I learned anything about the holiday that these fireworks were supposed to commemorate. As I’ve mentioned in a few other blog posts, I grew up on the stories of the
American Revolution. Specifically, sometime in elementary school, I read an illustrated children’s book about the
American Revolutionary War. I remember my childhood admiration for
General George Washington, and my feeling betrayed by the
treachery of Benedict Arnold. I may have lost some of my admiration for the fireworks (old age does that), but I still have great enthusiasm for
America. And I’m still happy to watch the fireworks with family, because I know that it helps them to experience these patriotic feelings that the holiday encourages. I also love the
freedom of religion that comes from our
Bill of Rights, which made it possible to have a
Restorationist church like
my own. I also love
freedom of speech,
freedom of the press, and the other rights enshrined in the
United States Constitution. I was born in the
United States in Sacramento, California – with both sides of my family having been
American citizens for generations. I also grew up hearing about how one of my grandfathers had served in
World War II. Specifically, my
Grandpa Wells served in the
Pacific as a
Marine. Long before I understood just what a terrible sacrifice that was, I knew that he had put his life on the line for his country – and I knew, in some little-boy way, that this was important. My other grandfather (along with the intervening generation of my own father) got me into
World War II movies. When I entered high school, these two generations on my dad’s side got me into the
Civil War as well. All of these things remain lifelong interests today, and remain part of my love of the
United States.