Tonight at Downtown Disney, Evangeline watched fireworks for the first time. Granted, she was fussing and getting bored for most of it, but I still loved knowing this was a first for her. Before being all into Disney became a hipster thing to do, I was a huge fan of Disney...why? Because I'm Anaheim-born, baby! I grew up in Anaheim and have very vivid memories of climbing a ladder onto my roof with my dad and little brother Billy, and watching fireworks together. The car alarm was still pretty new back then, so all the fireworks would set off all the cars in our neighborhood. And at the time, we had a rough collie named Estee who was always so scared of the fireworks. If I wasn't on the roof watching fireworks, I was behind the trash bin holding Estee to comfort him. I was looking down at Evangeline, pointing at the fireworks and trying to explain them to her. I don't know how much she understands, but I do know a lot goes on in that little mind of hers. Her occupation...