Hi guys. With bonfire night fast approaching I was thinking what were the first few influences that got me into fireworks. And has got me hooked ever since! My first experience was way back in 1987- I was 4 years old. My sisters made a special trip to Milton Keynes to get me a selection box which was a 30 mile round trek bless them. They got me a red Astra selection box. The name Astra was of no importance to me, only to happy to have a selection of my first fireworks. I remember probably three or four of them in particular being set off. The jet rocket was the highlight! Next year was on a smaller budget. My folks had separated and it was just me and me mum. Mum was nervous and setting of fireworks on her own, but my persuasive powers managed to win her over. We got a pack of black cat rockets. I would love to find a picture of them. They were standard black and yellow from what I remember. They had a silver tale from launch to a golden cascade. We bought them in 1988 from a local newsagent. I think the next few years we went to a friends garden displays. They were fun but what I really missed was the excitement of having my own fireworks to set off in our back garden. I’m guessing it was around 1993-4 and my mum bought me a selection of Standard sky avengers and champagne pop rockets! A few nights before November the 5th I remember hearing this high pitched scream, followed by a pause and then pop. My neighbour next door but one must have launched 2 dozen or so. Awesome. So my mum and I made a trip to beatties in Aylesbury and bought a few packets of Standard bottle rockets. My older sister was back living with us at the time. She set them off for me. Nearly every time a sky avenger launched off into the air she would flinch and gasp from sheer terror. I naturally thought this was hilarious! 1995-1996 was back to the selection boxes. I’m pretty sure it was a standard twinkling star box. Mum had bought them a week before bonfire night and I remember pouring over them individually. I still remember that smell every time I opened up the box. That was around the time that I would collect empty rocket shells the day after bonfire night from the local firework display just behind my house. Very early the next morning! I owe a lot to mum and older sisters. It not easy being a single parent. But she always did her best for me. Thanks mum for the memories!