It's always weird how any stories in my childhood involving animals of some sort have a weird outcome, In this case, it was lightning bugs.

I took a second tonight and really let myself go back to the front yard. To the time of being a kid and shouting when you achieved your goal. When the only thing you needed to worry about was if you had any empty peanut butter jars (of course you did cause you would store food in them). 

It was a time when you did not have to worry about anything. You were safe. It was all about fun, friends, and fireflies.