Fireflies

Driving home from work tonight the fields were a light with hundreds of fireflies. Childhood memories flooded my mind. Hot, sticky days at grandma and grandpa's house in the summer. Picking berries off the bushes on the way down to the swing-set in the backyard. Cool night chasing fireflies on the golf course across the street. Grandma Pauline would give all the grandchildren clear plastic containers to place our treasures in. Firefly after firefly carefully caught and placed in the containers, we didn't want to crush them, at least not yet. Watching the little bugs flashing on and off in the jar. We would then cruelly pull the flashing butts off the fireflies and use a needle and tread to make glow-in-the dark bracelets and necklaces. Sometimes we would stick the "lights" on our fingernails. I feel sorry for the poor bugs, now.