When I think of July 4th, I think about being a kid and heading to the Jersey Shore with my family. I grew up in NJ but we didn't go "down the shore" often, maybe once a summer. It was special.
I loved the Jersey Shore, it felt so alive. It wasn't snooty, like other east coast beaches. It was tacky, with lots of people with bad hair and bad accents, and yes, I was one of them. (But I only discovered that years later when I moved away.)