I have fond memories of Guy Fawkes as a child and even today I enjoy watching the colours and shapes made by fireworks exploding in the sky.
My parents used to buy a few crackers for us to let off every year. As an enthusiastic child, scared of very little, I always wanted to light them myself.
My parents were careful to make sure we stood a safe distance away and always had a bucket of water or a hose on hand for emergencies.
As I got a bit older Dad would let me light some under careful supervision.
These days I don't bother buying fireworks myself but I enjoy watching other people set them off - the view from the top of a hill in the days around November 5 is always quite spectacular.