I spent my childhood growing up in Boston and I remember one time we took a road trip to Kentucky to visit my Grandparents. I can still picture everything in my head, but we looked outside and saw a ton of fireflies(or lighting bugs, whichever you prefer). I remember my Grandma Joyce giving us a mason jar so we could catch the fireflies. It was a happy memory. And now that we live in St. Louis my kids and my hubby got to experience that same thing for the first time.
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