Saying something. But it still took lots of words!

So I was totally going to write a long post today about America, and what I think about it, etc. But instead I spent the day cleaning and the night watching fireworks, and have now taken something to help me sleep since I haven't been doing that so much... So I'm going to write something short.

While I was watching my town's fireworks, which were awesome, as I said about a hundred times int the last hour, I could see three or four other shows going at separate times. Partly I loved this because more fireworks=more awesome. But my mom and I started trying to figure out the team names of the schools in the town where the other show we could see were (if you know us, then you know that it's a miracle that we know what OUR teams are called, let alone anyone else's). And as we discussed this I started thinking about how stuff like that doesn't matter on the Fourth of July, because the only thing that matters is the fireworks and America, the ideal that we all share. And we can share it, because the ideals don't have to have details. Our ideal is just this perfect glowing image, and at dusk on Independence Day (let's remember what this is really about) for once it isn't about politics, policies, wars, issues. It's about the crazy people who did essentially what I explained to my history class when we covered the Declaration of independence. I said that we could declare ourselve the soverign nation of room 321, but that did not make us a country. All those years ago, a bunch of people got together, essentially did just that, and then backed themselves up. And as the fireworks go up, and the skies above America glow tonight, as they will, our dreams all share the same essentials:
Freedom,
Happiness,
Peace,
Safety.

We might not agree on how to get there or who should get there or how much help they should have from those who are already there, but at least here, in America, we get to vote, express our opinions. Here, we share our perfect visions. On the fourth, there aren't really any party lines. There are, for a few, brief moments, AMERICANS.