I’ve always wondered why we have this bonfire night thing in the UK. Sure, a plot was stopped to destroy the houses of parliament (if I’m remembering the history correctly), and the offender was killed. That’s all well and good. However, how many years on and it’s a national holiday that seems to begin weeks before the date’s even arrived? I could never understand it.
This year however it sort of clicked. It’s not really about the history at all, but more about the togetherness holidays and celebrations like this bring to family and friends. I suppose it’s why all over the world the human race will find any excuse to grab an event and make it a national or religious holiday, because it feels good. It feels good to have an excuse to group together with the people you care about, it feels good to just of with the night, knowing you have a legitimate reason for doing so, and it feels good not having to worry about tomorrow, even if for a short period.
My personal bonfire night wasn’t filled with massive firework displays, but just a nice time with my sister and parents, a bunch of sparklers, and two Dominoes pizzas. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.