Nothings says "Happy Birthday American" like corn hole, grilling on the front lawn, a flag cake, and a fireworks display over the water. It seems little pieces of all of the places that I have lived seep into this day of celebration. Corn hole might as well be a sport in North Carolina. Fireworks over the waters of Lake Huron or the Black River where a childhood staple in Michigan. Raspberries where picked straight from the plant in Pennsylvania. And what would the good ol' 4th be like without cookout food with old and new friends? My heart sang as I was able to walk to this little get together and experience the traditions of the day.
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