We have been watching Thunder for a very long time. Back before it was "thunder" we would actually go and watch the fireworks firsthand. As it grew into the humongous event that it is today and hordes of people attended, we began to stay home. Thunder is broadcast live each year and my claustrophobia prevents me from staying sane in crowds like that. (there was an estimated 700,000 attending last night.)
Some of my earlier memories of Thunder past include sitting upstairs in bed with Jonathan as a toddler, with his head buried under the covers and the sound muted so he couldn't hear the booms. Jessi and her dad would be watching downstairs with full sound. (by the time she outgrew her fear of "big booms", Jonathan was old enough to start his. Neither child was a fireworks fan in the beginning.)
As they both grew older, we have always (with few exceptions) gathered in the living room at Thunder time to watch the fireworks together. We spend 30 minutes singing the songs, critiquing the musical selections, laughing and admiring the technology that can produce such marvels.
Last night's Thunder was the ending of an era.
Next Derby time, Jessi will be married and living in another house somewhere else. So we sat, enjoying the moment, with me all the while storing up memories in my mental scrapbook.
Here's a clip of the hoopla last night. Or, if you are a huge fireworks fan, you can go here and see the entire thing, complete with soundtrack. Enjoy!