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What Does the Fourth of July Mean to You?
The Fourth of July is by far my favorite holiday. I love the food, the fireworks, and riding my bike down the coast with my closest friends every year. Before leaving for the holiday weekend, we wanted to see what Jeremy, SVP of Content and Editorial, was up to for the Fourth. Watch the video:


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Anna R
Jul 2, 1:04 PM

Every year when I was a kid we had an annual block party. It started with the bike parade--every kid on the block, and there were at least a dozen, decorated our bikes with streamers and baseball cards and sparkly things and rode up and down the block. The whole neighborhood came out. Then we ate a potluck dinner and waited for it to get dark enough to set off fireworks.

And when I got older, into middle school and high school, there were a few rainy Fourth of Julys in a row, and fireworks were banned in city limits but by then the neighborhood had gotten fractured anyway; the big kids had left for college, a few key families had moved away, and I didn't want to hang out with my sisters and parents any more anyway. The rest of the world had friends and boys and adventures.

I've had some great 4ths since then, but none will ever compare to the bike parade.

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Monica Patrick
Jul 3, 12:46 PM

The best 4th of July memory I have is of the Bicentennial celebration of 1976. My father was a chief in the Navy and life on the Navy base was good. We were a tight-knit group that celebrated the 4th like others celebrated Christmas.

I remember sitting on the fold down door of the family station wagon, watching the Blue Angels flying overhead. Red snow cone juice rolled down my bare arms and later that day, warmed by the sun, we watched one of the most breathtaking firework displays I have ever seen. Classic rock played by eight track and we drank Coca-Cola in red and white paper cups.

I recall precisely how every man, woman and child stood for the pledge and singing of the national anthem. I was only just a small child, but I was so proud to be an American. For a few moments, the service men and women I knew as neighbors and friends were more than just Uncle Bobby or Miss Wendy, they were heroes. I felt safe. I wish I could transplant my favorite 4th memories into my children's experience. I try.

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Jeremy Reed
Jul 4, 10:24 AM

Monica, that is an amazing, wonderful story (reminder).