Marching Band

Everyday on my way back home from work, I see the local high school marching band practice, even in the rain sometimes (which anyone in marching band knows, isn't unusual). Surprisingly I can hear the band from my apartment, just like I could hear Cranston East practice at Stadium from my home in RI. Every time it reminds me of high school. The sounds of a band as one, the flags twirling in the air, all moving as one group; It's a feeling that you never forget. As geeky as it sounds, marching band was a awesome time. The people that I had a great time with, friends that I will never forget. Of course there were moments where there was pure hatred (I probably had more than the usual person). But those just turn into great memories by the end of it all.

That feeling of marching onto the field with great peers, just unforgettable.

P.S. Can you find me in the video?! I know I can!