When I was a little boy, in the sixties I used to do Penny For The Guy, made a up a guy out of old clothes and stuffed up newspaper, a paper mask for a face and take it out onto the street to collect ( beg, whine, demand with menaces ) money for fireworks. I loved fireworks I thought it was the best night of the year. I rembember the 5th of November as always being cold, and you would put your wellies, balaclava, duffle coat with idiot mittens on, wrap up warm and have fireworks in the yard or garden, or go round to someone's house where they would have a bonfire party, with hot chocolate, hot dogs, and jacket potatoes baked in the bonfire and then a grown up would " Light Up The Sky With Standard Fireworks".
One year when I was a bit older, 9 or 10 filled with excitement for firework night and armed with the few coppers I got for Penny for the Guy and an emptied money box, I went up the local shops and bought a box of fireworks. When I got home and my mother and her bloke saw them, they went ape $41t, and I got a good hiding for buying fireworks. I have never fireworks since.