For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Saturday 16 March 2013
0057: FIREWORKS
Fireworks, I think, are something that I don't appreciate anymore. When I was 9, I went to Disneyland with my family. It was the holiday season, so they had Christmas fireworks every night, and those nightly fireworks were better than the Sydney New Year's Eve ones. So you can imagine what I thought of the Disneyland New Year's Eve fireworks...
I have never really enjoyed other fireworks again. But at least I still watch them, if only from my back veranda or on TV. They are always beautiful. And you, dear reader, probably love them.
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