Marching Band Nostalgia
It happens to me every year around this time. No, not allergies. Worse. I get an urge to watch marching bands. Well, not only do I want to watch them but I also envision marching shows in my head. Bad, I know. I can’t believe I am even confessing that.
I guess the main reason would be that I did it for three years: it became second-nature. I can’t even begin to explain how there are moments during regular everyday life that I find myself using some sort of marching fundamental. I find most commonly that it happens when I am moving something heavy… especially backwards.
Marching band were for me some of the best times I came across in high school. They were also some of the worst. During my last year I was field commander; we had an amazing show and a terrific run with it.
This year, luckily for me, my nephew has joined marching band at his high school. For once, I can attend a competition and have a legitimate excuse to be there other than nostalgia.
I get to enjoy the crisp air, performances, and best of all the concession stand. All without the nasty sweaty days back in the summer during the infamous band camp. I hope that my nephew enjoys the great times and learns from the bad, just as I did. Either way, I know for certain I’ll be enjoying my funnel cakes and tacos in a bag the whole time he is down there doing his thing.