When I was a kid I burned my hand quite badly on some spent sparkler wire. Can you imagine my dissmay when my daughter decided that sparklers were the coolest fireworks we had? I almost didn't buy any, but I tried not to let my fear become my daughters burden. I never really did relax. Emma wouldn't let her dad's panic attack stop her from having a thoughly pleasant time controlling the dazzling display. In the end, her happiness relaxed my anxiety and after I completed my overly-thourough safety and disposal measures, I too was pleased with the fact that Emma enjoyed that wire of fire so much.
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