So we headed off to the fireworks... Franklin Covey baseball stadium or thereabouts. We sat just on the outside of the ball field to the east on Main Street. This area was all roped off and we had to get there from the back way. As we headed over to sit on the grass, a police officer doing his duty came over and said "You must stay on the other side of the sidewalk, because this is the fall out zone" You might get hit by falling debris. We all were like, ok man, whatever. So we moved back, but just barely. We all thought to ourselves this is a great spot, not too many people around, we will have fabulous view, and will be able to make a quick get-away to avoid the traffic. Of course, nothing could harm us, we are invincible; they are just trying to keep everyone safe.
The fireworks were fantastic and the view was beautiful, but just before the finale, surprise, surprise, a big peice of falling debris hits me smack dab in the face. I was looking straight up in the air watching the show, and it hits me right in the eyes. My face, and hair are covered with ash and of course my eyes got the brunt of it. I bravely said, "I am fine,I'm fine" as my eyes start burning and tearing up. I can't see and I don't want anyone to know how bad it hurt. You know sometimes we think we know better than anyone, and we learn the hard way to follow the rules. Don't worry my eyes are fine and I fully recovered, and luckily no one else was hit by anything. But,I think next time I will listen when someone tells me "This area may not be so safe."
1 year ago