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Growing up back then

I remember when the lightning bugs came out right at dusk and my sisters and I caught them in glass mason jars. We punched holes in the lids so that the little creatures could live. We thought they would live. Anyway, we took them inside, placed the jars in the window sill and watched. THe bugs flickered on and off for a while. Then they died. But, we loved watching them for as long as they fluttered and glittered.