By Mary Friedel-Hunt
July 4 is a big day in our country. I have celebrated it in many places and in many ways through the course of my 72 years. As a kid, in Park Forest, Ill., we decorated our bikes with red, white and blue crepe paper and entered the village parade. In the afternoon the neighbors put their grills in the center of our courtyard and we all had a huge cookout followed by a water fight. In the evening, we sat in our front yard along with many friends, watching fireworks that were set off in a nearby undeveloped field.