When I was growing up, the Fourth was a big family holiday at my uncle's farm in upstate New York. Watermelons were in the milk cooler in the barn for days so they were nice and cold and sooo good. We kids would keep the pits in our mouths then have a pit spitting contest, some of us would go on the back porch while the rest of us would wage war spitting watermelon pits from the ground to try and take over the back porch. When it would get dark, we'd make a circle on the driveway, catch lightening bugs, put them in the circle then see whose bug flew away first. If yours was the first to fly away, you were the winner.

Back then there were no computers or video games but my cousins and I never ran out of things to do. When all else failed, we made things up but in all honesty our parents were not always impressed with some of our stunts.