when it came to the 4th of july, i wasn't the pyro in our house. that was my brother (who once cut a hole in the middle of a hardback dictionary, placed a brick of black cats and lit the fuse--good times) no, i was the little kid, content with waving the sparklers- big circles, zig-zags, my name, your name, back to zig-zags.
frankly, the other kind scared the beejezus out of me. but i did love the aftermath: the miasmic haze of spent fireworks, wafting through the air, *slow, inhale* ....*exhale* ahhhhhh... "summer" . and i especially loved the discarded packaging. beautifully odd. foreign. usually chinese. was the art made for fireworks? how did they randomly choose the names? the best, art direction, by far was 'black cat'.
with the recent out law of fireworks, these are definitely relics from summer days gone by. so peruse. choose your favorite. and have fun spelling your name with sparklers.