True story: My birthday is tomorrow. As a child, I was sure that all the fireworks and bar-b-queing and patriotic hub-bub was in honor of my birthday. A sort of pre-celebration if you will. The adults in my life thought it was sweet and let me continue with my little fantasy. Others, I'm sure, thought I was enjoying a harmless joke but knew the truth. Until, in the fourth grade, while studying American independence from Britain, Mrs. Bergman elucidated the meaning behind the fireworks and bar-b-ques. I, of course, corrected her knowing full well that the festivities were for my birthday. She simply looked at me with pity and said, "Very funny Sarah, please sit down." Happy fourth everyone!