I love fireworks even now, so imagine how I was when I was a little boy.
I celebrated bonfire night until I was 7. And then I didn't.
My parents had become Jehovah's Witnesses, and realized that bonfire night was WRONG.
I remember, as an 8 year old boy, peering out of my bedroom window, making the most I could from the fireworks display in the neighbours garden.
But wait a minute. My parents must have known what I was doing. Why didn't they warn me that, even though so young,
I was risking being destroyed by Jehovah, for envying the neighbours children, enjoying their worldly festivals. What were my parents thinking?
Maybe they didn't really love me after all?
What crazy people.
Enjoy fireworks night, England. I'll be thinking of you.