Take Me To Post Comment Form Growing up, I always really enjoyed Fourth of July. Granted, it was not a "big" holiday like Christmas or Easter, but it was still a lot of fun.

On The Fourth my parents, younger brothers, and I would eat a traditional summertime meal (hamburgers, corn on the cob, root beer floats, and such) before heading out to the community fireworks display.

I remember my mom would always make us kids change into blue jeans before leaving to go watch the fireworks because she was afraid that we would be "eaten alive" by mosquitoes if we had bare legs. It felt odd to put on jeans after months of wearing shorts, but it was part of the experience.

One Fourth of July when I was three or four years old, I decided to put on a "fireworks show" of my very own. I told my parents to stand in front of an armchair in our family room, and then I gathered up a big pile of socks from my sock drawer, hid behind the armchair, and tossed sock balls up into the air. "Boom, pow," I cried, as I hurled the socks over the top of the chair. My parents cheered and clapped appreciatively, and I was very proud!

I am sure that many of you out there have happy Fourth of July memories of your own. Freedom, family, and firecrackers: What does the holiday mean to you? Write in and share your thoughts!