This would’ve been 1993, I believe.
We three, along with my mom and my youngest brother and his fiancé, attended our local symphony’s July 4th Pops concert, which is held downtown at the concert stage by the river.
We’d gone to eat Mexican food beforehand, and our kiddo had his face painted while we were there. Then we headed down to the river to stake our claim on the grassy area near where the fireworks would be shot off. Oh, y’all, it was HOT. We were nuts to spend hours out in that Texas heat in the middle of July . . . whatever were we thinking?!?! . . . but there was a little amusement park in that same grassy area and we had a blast over there with our kiddo. (Neff’s saved us from boredom, Rita!)
(We still like to go watch the fireworks down at the river, but these days we’ve found shadier areas and don’t get out there until just before dusk ;-).)
Hard to believe this excursion was nearly twenty years ago!! . . . and that young fella is now this grown man.