I love the 4th of July in America. Love, love, love it. It is one of may favorite times of year and one of my favorite things to celebrate. I remember visiting my Grandmother's after the big parade and galloping around the yard in my white and blue polk-a-dot jumper. The tiger lilies were in full force, the sun was usually hot and staggering, and my favorite place on the back wall of the patio would be my hideout for hours. My hair would be a wild tangle. My face would be sticky with watermelon juice. My heart would be full of the red, white and blue of this special occasion.
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