London Adventures
Fights and Fireworks
I think I can honestly say that yesterday evening was the most extreme evening so far.
Mom and I went to the beach again, to meet our friends there for their farewell party. We sat under one tent and started chatting with our two best friends from the company. In the mean time, all the kids had gathered around a neatly arranged field of fireworks - they were about to have fun lighting the little explosives and sending them flying through the air. I'm generally not too comfortable around fireworks, especially when kids under the age of 10 are involved in the process.
As we were chatting with our friends, the father of one of the kids (a boy) headed towards his son. The kid is a pest, true, but the father is obnoxious! He's super mean and acts like a total idiot. He took his kid by the arm and threw him on the ground. The kid started crying and hid in his tent, but the father kept shouting, came to the kid (the tent was right behind our backs), yelled, screamed, called the kid names, and thretened him until the mother showed up and told the father to behave, at which he started shouting at her, too. They had a really bad scandal, and we decided to stay close to them so that the father doesn't start beating up both his wife and child.
His rage was interrupted by a small explosion: one of the fireworks didn't fly in the air and started popping on the ground, right at the beach! It was a miracle that none of kids were hurt in the first boom. Then the thing banged again, on the sea surface, and sent even more flames flying... in our direction! A big chunk on fire flew towards my face like a missile, and I don't even know how I ducked on time, but thank God I did, for the chunk blew up once again behind our backs, sent more flames around us, and set a sleeping bag on fire. We were so lucky that none of us were in the way of the freakish firework, and that the thing didn't go into any of the tents. Only one sleeping bag was injured; but Mom, our two friends, and I decided to leave this place and walk to the bar down the beach.
The whole situation with the outraged father (who is also a huge man, not some scrawny whatever) and the uncontrollable missile were enough to make this a memorable night... I'm so glad my parents are not monsters, and I'm also glad I still have both my eyes.
Mom and I went to the beach again, to meet our friends there for their farewell party. We sat under one tent and started chatting with our two best friends from the company. In the mean time, all the kids had gathered around a neatly arranged field of fireworks - they were about to have fun lighting the little explosives and sending them flying through the air. I'm generally not too comfortable around fireworks, especially when kids under the age of 10 are involved in the process.
As we were chatting with our friends, the father of one of the kids (a boy) headed towards his son. The kid is a pest, true, but the father is obnoxious! He's super mean and acts like a total idiot. He took his kid by the arm and threw him on the ground. The kid started crying and hid in his tent, but the father kept shouting, came to the kid (the tent was right behind our backs), yelled, screamed, called the kid names, and thretened him until the mother showed up and told the father to behave, at which he started shouting at her, too. They had a really bad scandal, and we decided to stay close to them so that the father doesn't start beating up both his wife and child.
His rage was interrupted by a small explosion: one of the fireworks didn't fly in the air and started popping on the ground, right at the beach! It was a miracle that none of kids were hurt in the first boom. Then the thing banged again, on the sea surface, and sent even more flames flying... in our direction! A big chunk on fire flew towards my face like a missile, and I don't even know how I ducked on time, but thank God I did, for the chunk blew up once again behind our backs, sent more flames around us, and set a sleeping bag on fire. We were so lucky that none of us were in the way of the freakish firework, and that the thing didn't go into any of the tents. Only one sleeping bag was injured; but Mom, our two friends, and I decided to leave this place and walk to the bar down the beach.
The whole situation with the outraged father (who is also a huge man, not some scrawny whatever) and the uncontrollable missile were enough to make this a memorable night... I'm so glad my parents are not monsters, and I'm also glad I still have both my eyes.
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