Pondering

I have probably never had an appreciation for fireworks like many people do.  I was so glad we lived in a state that only allowed snakes and sparklers when Justin was a little boy.  He sometimes was treated to the opportunity to "light" his own firecrackers if he spent the holiday with other relatives, but NEVER when he was with me.  Even as a teenager and certainly now, he is like a addict when it comes to fireworks.  He must buy every noisy, colorful "masterpiece" the Chinese create in order to celebrate the 4th of July.  Expense seems to be of no concern, let alone the idea that in 30 minutes it is all up in smoke.  I am wondering if I am somehow responsible for this extreme attraction to fireworks.