Remember, Remember the 5th of November.

Roaring flames.

How the light reflected off of my skin.

Delicious cotton candy

Warm Glow

I love bonfires. Don't you? I love everything about them. How the flames roar. The intense warm feeling you get in your gut. How the flames stretch up to touch their sparkling cousins the stars. The slow crackle you hear from the wood splitting and turning to ash as the fire dances between its wooden veins. On the 5th of November (this past Saturday) I went to my first Guy Fawkes bonfire Night and it was Amazing. I got to eat cotton candy and meet up with an old friend I hadn't seen in forever. the music was good and everyone seems to be happy. I also saw a few teachers of course. (Very common when living on a small island) But I think the best thing about this night was that I went all by myself. None of my friends who asked to come didn't. My mother said she would come but didn't. It's the first party I'd been to where it was my decision to go by myself and be perfectly happy to do so. At first, I was nervous to go ALL BY MY-SELF. But somehow I worked out. I watched the fire burn. I hear the snap, crackle, and pop. I saw the embers fly into the sky like gliding fire fairies. and last of all the precious warm glow of a fading fire. (My favorite part) I promise you there is nothing more simply wonderful than a bonfire night. I most definitely will remember the 5th of November.