Liz Soares The fourth of July is to celebrate.

Liz Soares The fourth of July is to celebrate.

But, Holidays are also a great time, to reflect how insignificant our independence, Liz Soares writes.

The fourth of July may be my favorite holiday because it is not ambiguous.

we celebrate. I always feel a little guilty on Memorial Day and Veterans Day, enjoying my day. These are the days of commemoration

All Americans can celebrate the fourth fully, regardless of their religious affiliations or their lack. It has no religious meaning, as Christmas does.

This does not bring Valentine's Day romantic pressures with you. There is no need to drink green beer and excuse that we are all Irish, as St. Patrick's Day is.

Today, we can also avoid our favorite holiday activity, go shopping However, fortunately, if we get out of Doritos, the supermarkets are open.

We can only persuade in the manner that the founder John Adams had imagined in his letter to his wife Abigail:

"From one end of the moment to the other continent, it should be completed with pomp and parade, with shows, games, games, weapons, bells, bonuses and lights."

Adams thought that the date of July 2 should be on when the Continental Congress voted to end the colonies from the British rule. I also wanted it to be a day of religious observance. We easily ignore those ideas and interpret the context of weapons as a fire of festive fest, because today we are here to celebrate, and not to discuss.

Personally, I have only four good memories, which I can not say for all the holidays. Once, my husband Paul and I ate a Chinese restaurant (yes, "A Christmas Story") because we were out of town and that was the only option. There was a thank you when the only option for our canceled restaurant reservation was the can of the fish soup.

Holidays with elderly parents in nursing centers were heartbreaking.

My childhood rooms meant eating and fireworks in the open air. There were some barbecues on the way, but in general, cooking (and out-of-the-box) was done as we were facing a bowl. In Portuguese-Americans, we had chouri├žo (Portuguese-style sausage) in the pot along with steer and potatoes. I mean carrot too, but it can be heterosexual.

We often spent independence days with my father's sister and family, to improve the competition in the Croquet Game (we take it seriously) and badminton, as well as watermelon spitting competition.

In the southeastern city of Massachusetts, where I grew up, the display of fireworks took place on the coast of the city, where I learned swimming for many years. Later we came to know that river water was tied to PCP, which in some way I am very American. People built their cars on the streets and on the parking lot and were fantastic for observing the past days.

I remember that instead of seeing the fireworks with my parents when I went to the city with my parents, it is considered a sacrament to pass it (though perhaps not with those exact words). We sat on a hill in a park, one of those Indian mist shots that were popular in the 1970s, to see the screen.

I am happy to say that at least once when I was in college, I was able to participate in the Esplanade's famous Boston Pope Concert. If it does not, then it would be an element of the cube list.

The British burned fireworks and burns on 5th of November on Guy Fawkes. I celebrated it when my friends went home. His freezer was dead, so he cooked all the defrosted meat on the grill, and we saw the fireworks of the neighbors. Rituals were so familiar, but with the other side of the revolution here, the celebration was celebrated that the seventeenth-century conspiracy failed to blow Parliament.

When I came in August as an adult, I loved the Fort Western celebrations, which included the reading of the declaration of independence and the change of British and American flags.

My husband does not like fireworks. Fortunately, I can see them from our house. A few years back from the deck and a few years are visible from the front porch. I just follow the noise. Although I am alone, I can hear people crying out in the darkness, bounce.

It is a good time to reflect on how delicate our independence is. As an author and librarian, I am a terrible keeper of the first amendment. But in the Higgins of Earth, the truth is rotated daily, and journalists are called enemies of people. I am also concerned about the integrity of the forthcoming presidential elections.

I wish I could clearly observe the alarm like Paul Revere in 1775: "The British are coming!" But our current situation is very complex. All we can do is be alert.

On Independence Day, let's celebrate, but also remember that we should not let us escape from our tough independence. As John Adams said, "Freedom, once lost, is lost to appear