This is how Ziva watched fireworks this year. Inside and a day late. We tried day before when it was dark with only small fountains but she fell apart. It was really sad. So back to bed (we got her out of bed) she went. This is the only way we could get her to participate and she barely did this way. I would feel bad about it but I get it on high authority that she got this fear from her father. At least that is what his mom said.