I love the little town of Duck Creek. The parade floats which consist of ATV's, Rangers and big a** trucks strewn with streamers and American flags are so redneck. But, we are in the country...and redneck is okay here. Redneck is dirty Wranglers and dusty boots. Its cowboys hats and bandannas on bald heads. And, its a nice break from the glitz of Las Vegas... our home the other eleven months of the year.
We decorated the Ranger with flags and streamers, the three boys decided to have Maddie fix their hair in ponytails. I was quite surprised they would allow her to touch their hair, let alone assemble it in little ponytails that resembled faux Mohawks.
The pelting of candy went just as planned. The kids were happy to toss candy to smaller kids, often more than a sole Tootsie Roll. The teenagers were in for a world of hurt though. They got pelted with jawbreakers, salt water taffy and Dum Dum lollipops...by my husband. He loves to pelt the candy and does this while driving! He also pelted his sister on the side of the road. Oh, the fun never ends.
I gave my parade wave. I missed out on Prom Queen (in high school) and I believe this is as close as it gets. Redneck and all. Husband pelting candy in his cowboy hat as I smile and offer the "cupped hand wave" to the parade watchers. We are a pair!
The fireworks are little 'po dunk too. They aren't the big fan fare in the sky. Instead, the local firemen (fully decked in their uniforms, hat and all) light those little firecrackers you remember doing as a kid. The ones your parents would buy and light on the street. Piccolo Petes and little Screaming sparklers. I think the kids were all a little disappointed but Maddie enjoyed the hula hoop contest. She won! Got a coin dollar. If the gymnastics thing isn't for her, she can fall back on hula hooping!!
Yes, Duck Creek is no Las Vegas...and for that I am grateful.
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