Another of the little changes I've noticed since we moved to our neighborhood that is a new experience for me is the relative silence around here on the Fourth of July holiday. I had grown used to the evenings surrounding the holiday turning in sonic war zones. It's a nice change of pace. I like not worrying that someone is going to start aiming bottle rockets at me or my house. I like that Betty the Beagle isn't freaking out for hours because the non-stop explosions are upsetting her. I like that I don't hear sirens every couple of minutes because someone caught something on fire.
Does this mean I like getting old?
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