This post may contain affiliate links and I may earn compensation when you click on the links at no additional cost to you. Fireworks, food, family, fun… That’s what the 4th of July usually means to me. When I was young, my parents often took me to a firework extravaganza. It truly was magical to me. I preferred the red and green blasts of light the most. In my teen years, we would go downtown with a packed lunch. We’d picnic and hang out until dark. The show would start and a collective, “Ooh, awe, oh” would fill the air. As a parent, I have taken my kids to see…