I started out being really scared of loud sounds, like balloons popping. Fireworks were way too loud for me. My cousins lived way out in the middle of nowhere and loved going to a rural fireworks stand every June and buying lots of black cat firecrackers, tanks, boats, sparklers, snakes, smoke bombs, Roman candles. I would visit them a week around the 4th of July, stopping at the fireworks stand on the way to their house, buying all kinds of goodies for us to light.
I got so comfortable with firecrackers, I was holding them in my hands while lighting them with a punk and throwing them, watching them explode in mid air. I thought that was cool.
Nowadays, I get so nervous, I can't even hold the punk to light the firecracker on the pavement. I tried to light a strand of them and was shaking, pulling my hand away before I lit them.
I still like fireworks shows. It's raining so hard right now, I don't know if there will even be any. It's been raining for two days, this fourth might be a washout 