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On what I think was a sunny Victoria Day, 1968, ( I was 9.)
As the first coal came straight down, we realized that we had left the entire bag of fireworks on the ground right next to the Roman Candle. The first coal narrowly missed the bag, and another was on its way. One soon landed directly on the bag, which promptly burst into flame. A few seconds later, all the fireworks in the bag, lying parallel to the ground halfway up the hill started to go off, firing all kinds of stuff onto the heads of the unsuspecting celebrants below. Realizing that there was nothing we could do about it, we skulked off as if we didn't notice the mayhem behind us, just seconds after having arrived at the park.
My last memory was the array of skin-colored dots in the valley below as they turned to look up, the parallel arms pointing up the hill, and then their scattering like grains sand in a gust of wind, only in slow motion. To the best of my recollection, my dad and I never spoke of the incident. Ever.