For starters, whatever you do, DO NOT take photos of the fireworks.
No corndogs, lemonade, elephant ears, caramel corn or Italian sausage sandwiches. And absolutely no funnel cakes or gyros or hot dogs. And especially no pulled pork sandwiches from those shady Chamber of Commerce guys.
Skeeball? Off limits. Whac-a-Mole. Keep moving. No Bottle Ring Toss for you.
Steer clear of the Scrambler and the Tilt-A-Whirl and the Sky Fighter. No, you can't wiggle down the Crazy Slide, laugh in the Fun House or fly in Haley's Comet.
By no means should you sit around with your buddies and upend an ice cold can of PBR while all those leggy girls go by in their halters and cut-offs.
Now please do not yell at the kids for stealing an extra ice cream sandwich and eating it as they trace crazy designs against the sky with their dollar store sparklers.
And to reiterate: don't take photos of the fireworks. Don't worry about trying to capture the perfect explosions and cascades of color and light on film while you lay on your back on a soft blanket with the scent of grilled burgers and grass all around, the camera idle by your side.
Whatever you do, don't let it slip away. And don't you dare lament those tears when you realize it will slip away no matter how tightly you clutch it.
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