“My brother and I on a Fourth of July float somewhere in Minnesota.”
(submitted by Lisa)
Celebrating July 4th and Wimbledon all at once.
(submitted by Derek)
“The year was 1976– the bicentennial of our country. Our Father wanted to celebrate. So he had my sister and I dress up as if we were Civil War soldiers. We proudly (yet embarrassingly) marched around the block where we lived. But that wasn’t enough.. oh no.. my father had us march around Ben Franklin (the store) and other shops in the plaza like TG&Y and Publix. Looking back 38 years later, I realize its nice to share memories like this one so the world can see just how much we were willing to do for our country!”
(submitted by Ricker)
Isn’t it enough that we’re related?
(submitted by J)
“This photo of me and my parents on the Fourth of July. Every year, our neighborhood has a parade and this year in particular my dad went all out making us wear these awful costumes. I was very upset because all of my friends got to ride their bikes in the parade and I had to wear the costume with my parents. My dad still considers these outfits a success because they got us a photo in the newspaper.”
(submitted by Jamie)
Sometimes, it all just works.
(submitted by Jennifer)
American ingenuity at work.
(submitted by Debbie)
“A Fourth of July variation of the old warning, ‘Never fry bacon naked.’ Ouch. It’s me and my dad in this picture, and he still loves playing with sparklers.”
(submitted by Valerie)