Ok, I'm the opposite, though I remember loving them, sitting on the grass outside Dyche Stadium in Evanston, when I was, say, nine - a whole bunch of us in the neighborhood went over there as a group - wonderful.
I say this, that I am the opposite, from my own weird viewpoint - I see very very badly in the dark, generally have to be helped to the car, and so on (always have, not whining, just explaining). Plus, I've my own mishugana re noise of war. Oh, and shots and helicopters in the night in my neighborhood, for years.
But, I was neutral, sometimes amused (usually with my family), sometimes freaked.. until one time my husband and I walked along ocean front walk up to the santa monica pier. I was neutral enough to be up for that, and he was there with me, after all. I got genuinely frightened, as it was utter chaos, or, more truthfully, semi chaos. Next day in the paper, one or two people blinded near the pier.
I'll pass. Are there any hot dogs left?
Oh, I forgot. One fourth of July back in north north, a firework from a ship in humboldt bay hit the building next door to our gallery studio. The fire in that building hit ours - both old victorians. Our building was saved, the one where the rocket landed, they only saved the frontage.