Everyone has favorite traditions associated with holidays, and the 4th of July is no exception. Many of us go to see fireworks. Some of us go to the beach. Some of us go to local parades and festivals. When I was very young, one of my favorite parts of this holiday was our neighborhood 4th of July picnic.
I remember one year especially well. I must’ve been eight or nine. This particular year, there was a holiday gathering at the end of my street, near the “dirt pile,” as we called it, where my brother, my friends and I loved climbing and pretending we were imaginary detectives.
