Happy Guy Fawkes Night! I can hear all the banging and whizzing going on over head. Dillon and I were tucked up reading a bedtime story when it started. Off we shot, up the stairs to the highest room in the house to see start of the fireworks. His nose was pressed firmly against the cold window, breath fogging up the glass, eyes wide with excitement. He could not believe his luck to see an exploding sky..