Fire in the Sky with Grandkids

Making Memories

Every year I take my grandchildren to the fireworks at the Calgary Stampede. The first year it was my oldest grandson — a babe in arms, barely a year old. He fell asleep during the display.

In the morning he woke me. “Mamma. Fire.” he said. “Where?” I asked, more than a little alarmed. “In a sky,” he said, followed by a lot of animated gibberish, which I understood to…