Back when I first got married we were living in an apartment complex and I was out lighting fireworks off one 4th. The manager came along and told me I was violating the rules. I said GOOD! He said he was going to call the po-lice. I said GOOD! But he never did. He told me later he agreed with me but he had to tell me as the manager.
Let me tell you something I did with my son that was really stupid...
One 4th, he and some of his football teammates came over to the house and we were shooting off fireworks...
We had a bunch of those tiny bottle rockets (about as big as a firecracker)...We got in a circle and everyone lit at the same time and we spun them up in the air...if you moved, you were “out”...Those little things zipped and whirled around all over the place, then popped off...No one was hit, but it was kinda nervous...