You're far from the only one. I used to be indifferent. For most of my life I lived on the outskirts of the suburbs of a major US city. Homes were far enough away from each other that it wasn't too big of a deal to hear them in the distance.
Then I moved into a city proper. I hate them. I hate them so much. What once was a minor and predictable annoyance was now a month long game of "Fireworks or Gun Shots?" twice, sometimes several times a year. Because you can't just launch them on the proper holiday, no. You gotta do it a week in advance.
One time I lost the coin flip. It was gun shots, not fireworks. My wife and I are lucky the strays were above our heads.
