I was raised in Texas, and fireworks are a family tradition. Bottle rockets, Roman candles, M-80s and chasers were just the beginning. In fact, the fire stations sold them, because they knew they would have to put them out, so why not make the money for themselves and their charities?
Cars kill more people than fireworks every year, so why not outlaw cars? When the whole neighborhood was popping off fireworks and launching them in the air, all parents were there with the little ones showing them how to safely light fireworks — and with garden hoses waiting. This was training handed down from father and mother to their children, from big brother to little sister, and having fun.
Now, with all the hoopla about fireworks killing and maiming you, nobody knows how to set them off properly and what to watch out for and how to put them out if they don’t pop. You all are raising a bunch of illiterate children with bike helmets, shoulder pads, knee and elbow pads, with no common sense. You are putting them on a tricycle one day and then buying them a Corvette or a BMW next and “letting them go.” You know who you parents are!